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WELCOME TO THE LAND DOWN UNDER - PROJECT ZEUS PART 1
A MEETING OF THE MINDS - PROJECT ZEUS PART 2
ON THE ROAD AGAIN - PROJECT ZEUS PART 3
PENETRATION IN TORONTO - PROJECT ZEUS PART 4
STRIKE WHILE THE STEEL IS HOT - PROJECT ZEUS PART 5

London, Day 3, Early Evening

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Moments like this are what I fucking lived for. These were the moments when you were alive. Completely and totally alive. Racing through the streets of London, leading a caravan of three white vans, all hired locally, untraceable. The other two vans had three mercs, hand picked for their experience and skill. The other ten were with Shade. I was fucking loaded for bear, combat boots, kevlar black battle trousers and a matching top, a flack vest slung over my massive, Spetsnaz-forged heavily muscled torso, my muscles flexed and pumped with adrenaline as I ran the red light, the convoy of coppers, sirens blaring in close pursuit, crashes and the rending sound of metal as cars were ran off the road, smashing into other cars and each other. I had my pistol, knife, three frags and flashbangs on my tactical belt, and my trusty AK-74 assault rifle strapped across my back. Next to me, the leader of the squad, Ben Travers, sat ready, holding the massive canister in his hands, his granite-hard frame relaxed and ready to spring into action as soon as we reached the front of the MI6 Offices. His job was simple, launch the canister out the window, up in the air releasing the sleeping agent that would knock out everyone in about a 50 yard radius. It was designed to explode violently, to rapidly spread the gas over a large area.

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I had memorized the map of the area carefully before starting my run. We’d dropped our anonymous tip yesterday, about a major drug convoy traveling through London, with enough proof that the Metropolitan police were taking it very, very seriously. They’d been waiting for us just as we’d planned. Like flies to the honey. So helpful of them to come out in force, and bunch up for our little surprise. I looked ahead, my eyes narrowed as another convoy of coppers had arrayed themselves across the street, in a roadblock. I thought fast. Then, turned sharply down an alleyway, bumping over the cracked pavement of the narrow passage, barely wide enough for our vans. The other two vans were right behind me, then suddenly we burst out of the narrow alley and there, about 200 yards down the main road, was our target. FUCK. This was it. I needed this. I needed this so fucking bad. This was living. I slammed on the accelerator, grinning like a kid on christmas morning.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: As true to his word, the good Mr. Steel had me a real genuine fake ID that just allowed me to walk right up the front gates of MI6 this morning and give the guard a hand shake and a nice warm hello. Of course while they checked my ID in the system I planted a little C-4 pack perfectly camouflaged on the outside wall of the shack. Let’s just say that will be a little added “boom” to a day that will be full of surprises. I sashaded right up to the main building with my handy dandy janitor kit. You see a fella like me knows how to get the “goods” in to do a job. My bag of “cleaning supplies” and such is a full armory of a couple side arms, grenades, C-4, daggers, and several sharp things...oh yeah, and my own portable EMP. I did have time to swing by and get into my local cache. But what Mr. Steel does not know won’t hurt him. You see I have my own business with MI6 so I am slightly ahead of schedule this morning. I check my watch, plenty of time before the sexy Mr. Usov arrives on the scene. What is the harm in pulling a secondary personal job? It is not everyday you have access to the world’s best intelligence mainframe.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: I make my way across the main lobby, which is busy with the daily morning activities, then I ease down one of the supporting hallways as I get to the restricted areas of MI6. I stop off at the janitor’s closet for a mop and bucket, shit I need to look the part right. I stroll out making my way into the restricted area beyond the coded doors requiring an approved ID badge card. This is the heart of MI6. Again, Mr. Steel’s fake ID is solid and the door chimes open… hats off to that dark haired lightly bearded sexy fucker. I get down to the mainframe room and start my mopping routine. It is amazing how many people will overlook and even ignore a man with a mop. Then it was really easy when no one was looking… my cyber hacking jump drives went in one of the mainframe server slots and 90 seconds later I had a boatload of MI6 secrets, encrypted just for me...PERFECTION. The power of a mop and bucket are indeed mightier than the sword, today. I go ahead and plant my EMP device in the mainframe room, as an added chaos maker today, that is to emanate it’s pulse right when the good Mr. Usov sets off his sleeping gas. I check my watch, still plenty of time to get into position.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: From the mainframe room, I work my way down to the back door access, where a special delivery of a squad of troopers waits in disguise for me. Sadly the two MI6 security guards on duty at the back dock access meet with broken necks after a quick dagger jab to the lower back. I bypass the security feed on the security systems for the dock area. I chuckle as MI6 only uses a double bit encryption, what a bunch of rookies. I then open the back dock access and boom… we are right on schedule. I separate the squad, one group to take position towards the front of the complex to assist with the heavy weapons our friends are bringing in and the rest are with me to plant the C-4, for our booming party we are about to throw. The power systems are just a jaunt away from us. Upon getting there, as expected, we have a security detail. From my “janitor’s bag” I pull my favorite side arm, a Beretta M9A3 with an elongated silencer. PING, PING, PIING, PING, all four of the MI6 security men are down for the count. “Easy peasy gents...now do your thing, plant all 9 packs one for each generator...3 minutes on the timers.” I say then I look at my watch. Mr. Usov will arrive at the front soon. Damn I love a good smash and grab gig!

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: And then, just like clockwork, I pulled the van to a halt right in front of the office tower housing MI6’s London Offices, the tires screeching and smoking as we slammed to a stop. In mere seconds, from both directions, convoys of police cars ringed us in, sirens blaring. I nodded to Ben, and made sure my gas mask was secured. With a smooth motion, he lowered the window, and tossed the canister straight up in the air, and hit the detonator. I looked out, watching with sadistic pleasure as the police took up defensive positions, and one tough looking officer pulled out a megaphone to begin to talk us down. It was then the canister detonated, sending out a massive pressure wave that spread the odourless, colorless gas it contained in all directions.

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: And then, as though they were all puppets whose strings had been cut, the arrayed coppers began collapsing, twitching to the ground. It was a thing of beauty. I grinned, then shouted, “MOVE OUT!” The two vans disgorged a 10 man squad of heavily armed, bad-ass brutal ass-kicking mother fuckers loaded for bear. Several of them wore heavy backpacks filled with assault rifles and flak vests to hand off to the “Janitors” that Shade was leading. And speak of the devil… right on cue, a series of explosions rocked the office tower in front of us! DAMN, Shade was indeed a man of his word. Right on schedule.

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I pulled my AK-74 off my back, and charged forward, in the wake of two other mercs carrying a portable battering ram between them, which made short work of the double doors blocking access to the lobby. One of the security guards inside pulled out his sidearm, but I let loose with a volley from my assault rifle, and he fell, riddled with bullets. We charged into the lobby, taking cover. The lobby was spacious, and tastefully decorated with potted palms, couches and all kinds of convenient cover. The MI6 Offices were about four floors up. Time to meet up with Shade and unleash some mayhem. The other three security guards had taken cover behind the security desk, blocking access to the stairwells and lifts. Well, I had an answer for that. I reached down to my tactical belt as I crouched behind a potted palm, pulled out a frag grenade, pulled the pin, then tossed it behind the desk. There was a terrific explosion, as the desk and the guards were blown apart. My blood was pounding, my pulse was racing, every moment was full of mayhem and danger. This was what I needed. I charged forward, towards the stairs to meet up with Shade.

05:36 Corporal_Sam_Mason: As Alex and I swapped tales of the actions we’d been involved in, I began to slowly feel more in the Zone. Less out of place, more confident. We were talking shop now. This was my jam, my thing. I loved my job, my training, the camaraderie of being a soldier and being with other soldiers. The SAS was made for me. As I described some of the details of my missions in Afghanistan, infiltrating a company of mercenaries hired to provide protection for the Opium crime organizations owning half the country, I became more excited and animated, confident. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Mark and Mason headed off in different directions. That was fine for them, but I was fucking hungry as a beast, and me and Alex were headed straight for the canteen. I walked through the door, my eyes barely noticing the staff gathered around the buffet, and my explanation to Alex suddenly trailed off as I saw the spread laid out. I belted out, “FUCK… look at that grub!!!! Why does MI6 get all the good shit? I mean, fuck, I wouldn’t feed my dog with the grub they give us back at the SAS barracks..”

05:36 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I start to drool, not because of that hot, sexy, bearded Yankee fucker Alex, but from the glorious smells wafting over to me from the buffet. I began to drift over to the buffet, guided by my nose in a kind of dream like state, when suddenly, I became aware of an entire symphony of sirens outside, on the street below. My combat instincts started to kick into gear, and I glanced over at Alex as a deep sense of unease tickled my belly. Whatever was going on, it was huge. I changed course, making a fast beeline for the window, along with several others. I looked down into the street below, just in time to see a canister thrown up into the air, exploding. What the fuck? My adrenaline started to surge, and I slipped into the zone of hyper awareness, the hallmark of every well-trained soldier. What the hell was that? Then… I saw… as the police convoy blocking in the two vans became littered with the twitching bodies of dozens of Metropolitan Police. OH FUCK… This was … and then as I turned towards Alex, my face set into a hard fierce expression, a series of explosions rocked the office tower, and then… the lights went out. The emergency lights flickered on for a moment, then, they went out too. Holy fuck.

08:22 Alex_Braddock: I pushed through to get to the Corporal and looked out the windows at the pandemonium below. Fuck…. This isn’t good. And as the lights went off and the emergency ones kicked in, something told me this wasn’t coincidence. I saw his eyes look at me - he felt it, too. But I was blind here, completely unknowing of weak points, vantage points, weapons caches. I had no choice but to let the Corporal lead and I would play his backup even though part of me wondered if he was still too green for the mission that was coming up. The mission at hand was what mattered right now, though. “Corporal, you’re on point. I’m blind here. What’s our plan?” I asked. Here’s your first shot at showing me what you’re made of, kid.

05:36 AgentJamesMason: I checked my watch, glancing back at Sam and Alex as Sam unerringly followed his stomach heading towards the canteen, catching the last bit of their conversation as he and Alex began talking shop. I grinned. I had a funny feeling that Alex was good for him. Maybe. Hopefully. I mean, I was his big brother, and therefore my influence over him was limited, but Alex, was a big, bearded, thick muscled American cowboy. He would really make an impression on Sam. Well, Sam was a big boy, he could take care of himself. As much as I wanted to go and eat, I had to report to Commander Ronald Craig. He’ll want to know the outcome of our planning session straight away. I began humming a small tune to myself, nodding with my friendly smile and a grin at the other staff walking along the corridor. I entered the outer office, giving a nod and a grin to his secretary. She smiles at me, and I can tell by the way her gaze lingers on my face and torso that she is admiring the way the fabric of my white shirt shows off every line and slab of my powerfully muscled torso. I always get embarrassed when someone stares at me like that. I mean, okay, okay, I guess I look decent, but c’mon, I’m not a side of beef. And sadly, she was simply barking up the wrong tree. Maybe I should introduce her to Alex. Then, finally she looks away, and says in a professional voice, “The Commander will see you now.”

05:36 AgentJamesMason: I turn with a friendly smile, glad that she is no longer mentally undressing me, and open the door to the Commander’s office. I step inside, and stand at attention, waiting for the Commander to notice me. He’s busy pouring over a document on his desk. He likes to try and get inside my head, and secretly, I think he’s pissed off that these little games of his never get inside my head. It’s a friendly contest we like to have. At least, it is on my part. With Craig, you never really know what’s going on inside that bastard’s head.

05:36 Commander_Ronald_Craig: I’m looking over the assessments provided by Dr. Vanderbilt. A fine man. Exceptional judgement. A real asset. He balanced me out. I tended to treat our agents like a resource, to go where they are ordered, and do what they are told. However, Dr. Vanderbilt has shown me that it is actually more efficient if I treat them like … people, as distasteful as that might be for some of them. But, for a man as touchy-feely as Dr. Vanderbilt, I will admit that he has the data to back up his claims. And so, grudgingly, I have begun to take Dr. Vanderbilt’s psychological assessments into consideration when assigning staff. Then, the door opened, and a man walked in. A man about 200 pounds, 5’10. I recognized him by the pattern of his footsteps. I don’t even bother to look up. Let him wait. Oh Mason was good. Yes, he was good. I knew that. I respected his talents. But he always managed to rub me the wrong way for a reason I could never put my finger on, but it had something to do with the way he managed to practice willful disobedience to established procedures without ever suffering the consequences. But one day… one day… I would nail him to the floor.

05:36 Commander_Ronald_Craig: I continue to ignore him, just deciding that he had stewed long enough, when suddenly the building shook, rocked by a series of explosions. Well. That was ballsy. An attack here, in the heart of London, on our offices. That took balls. I stood up, striding towards Mason, who was already slipping into combat mode. Regardless of my personal feelings about Mason, there was no man I’d rather have at my side during an attack. I turned to my cabinet, entered a code, and opened it, as the lights flickered off. The emergency lights flickered on, then suddenly they went out as well. Fuck me. Not only the primary transformer, but the emergency back ups as well. They were not kidding around. But I’d been through so much shit in my life, I’d learned long ago that it was useless to get excited. Shit happened. You deal with it. Even shit like this. I reached in and pulled out two glocks and two heavy combat knives from my weapons cabinet, and tossed one each to Mason. I nodded at him, he nodded back, his face set in stone. We hadn’t even said a word to each other, but between men like us, words were not necessary. I turned to the door, holding my glock in front of me, held tightly and with an expert skill that no amount of time stuck in an office could erode.

02:31 Dr_Marcus_Vanderbilt: The elevator dings and opens to the lobby. I take a few steps out of the elevator to head back to my office when all hell breaks loose, a loud explosion outside and then soon after more chaos happening in the building. My training and reflexes as an agent in the field never leave, though, and in an instant I’m looking around to assess the situation quickly and begin an evacuation. This has to be the Syndicate, and, if I’m right on that, they’ll be here to tear the building down, figuratively or literally. And while chaos erupts in the lobby, I start directing as many people as I can to safety, or at least to where I think safety will most likely be. Direct people down, they might encounter hostile forces coming in; direct people up, they’re trapped...unless we get to the sky bridge to the connecting building….but even that could have hostiles coming in. “There’s no right or wrong call here, just do your best, Mark,” I hear Darrin’s voice say in my head. I nod and start motioning for the panicked people to head to the stairwell. “Go up, up to the 5th floor, cross the skybridge. Go, go, go,” I say as I direct people in a low voice while watching out for anyone coming towards the elevators, which will likely be any moment….

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: I hear chaos erupting on the floors above us. It brings a huge smile to my face, as my flexing pulsating rock crushing muscles stimulate prep to battle here. Half of the troop squad went ahead to the lobby to greet Mr. Usov, the other half and I use the back halls and stairs to make our way back to the lobby to meet up with the others. Then BOOM...the bombs go off just as planned. Both primary and secondary systems are down… we have the advantage. I check my watch again, as it is almost time for my next little surprise. As we breach the security doors the fire fight has already erupted as MI6 and security personnel are engaged with Ivan’s troops. I slide over the side and motion for troops with me to jump into the fight as Syndicate forces surround the MI6 forces that are in the lobby. I watch with a sensual smile on my face… a good fire fight just stirs my inner core.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: I reach into my janitors bag and pull a remote. “And now to just add a little more gasoline to the raging fire.” I say as I depress the button and activate the personal EMP in the server room. I hear the thud of the device go off then the emergency lights out, and all connected electronic devices cease to function. MI6 is blind and tied now. I slide into the stairs, there are three MI6 agents making their way down. PING, the closest agent goes down easy as I pull and fire my M9A3. The next closest agent pulls his side arm and I am on him before he can pull the trigger. I grasp his closest arm with his drawn weapon and twist his wrist as I yank him towards me. My beefy strapping powerful arm wrings his neck, as I control his gun arm and point it at his fellow agent, pull the trigger thus taking the agent out. I then squeeze my canon sized arm around the man's neck cutting off his windpipe as my hand clinches his chin. He struggles and slams his elbow back into my wood plank torso. He does not possess the skills nor power to stop me. I feel his panic, he knows he is going to die. My other arm comes up and grips the back of my head, and then I flex my intimidating muscled arms and slightly pull my arms in opposite directions as you hear the SNAP of the agent’s neck. I drop his body and ready my weapon as I head down the stairs to the rendezvous with Mr. Usov. I am feeling the surge of my muscles hungry for the battle and the equal surge of cock for that sexy Ivan.

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I charged forward, as we secured the front of the lobby, I meet with Ben Travers for a quick conference as the men fall out, finding defensive positions and securing the main entrance. My blood is pumping, adrenaline is surging. Fuck yes. There are screams coming from the right and left, as people and staff trapped in the lobby head towards the stairs, at the back of the two wings on either side of the central bank of elevators. The elevators, shut down from the expert work of that hot mother fucker, Russell Shade, are no use to anyone. I tell Ben, “Ben!! Take half the squad, you go to the left wing and head up the stairs. I’ll take the other half, and head up right. When we get to the fourth floor, we’ll burst out and fuck up everything we see. We should meet with Shade on the way. Go, go!! And… good luck brother.” I give Ben’s shoulder a squeeze as he turns, taking five men with him to the left of the lobby. I take the other five and head right.

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: There is a crowd of fuckers desperately clogging the stairwell, trying to get up. FUCK this. Got no time. I bark an order, and one of the men throws a frag grenade into the crowd of clustered staff trying to escape. There is a brutal explosion, and suddenly there is no one clogging the stairwell anymore. “MOVE OUT!” I shout and I surge forward, my AK-74 sharply tracking left and right, looking for opposition. Suddenly, there is a heavy impact on my flak vest, like being kicked by a mule. FUCK… I act on pure battle instinct, turning towards the side, where a neatly dressed, sharp suited muscle man is crouching behind one of the artfully scattered sofas. He’s close, less than four feet. I fire a burst of my assault rifle, the bullets ripping into the couch, as he ducks down. I surge forward, and he pops up, he’s well trained, and gets a bead on my head, I duck, my reactions and training every bit as elite, and the shot goes wide, then I’m on top of him, I’m about to unload my assault rifle on him at point blank range, but he reaches up with his left hand and bats the rifle aside, then fires a knee towards my balls, I twist my hips at the last second, taking the shot on my hard packed, thick muscled thigh, as I drive my left fist like a sledgehammer directly into his solar plexus. The blow slices into his muscled core, paralysing him. And that’s all I need. I’m on him like a fucking ten ton hammer, repositioning my left fist, and smashing it forward, spearing him right in his adam’s apple, the cartilage crunching beneath the impact, as he falls twitching.

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Chest heaving, I surge on ahead, following the men through the stairwell, BANG goes the door as it flies open I start to fly up the stairs, my heavy herculean quads powering me up the flight of stairs with elite speed, my well-trained troops right behind me. I hear the sounds of gunfire further up the stairs, I grin, that will be that sexy bad-ass Russell Shade. And sure enough, as I pound up the stairs, there he is, right on schedule. FUCK YES. I nod at the man behind me, who shrugs off his rucksack, packed to the brim with heavy weapons and body armour, tossing it to one of the men following Shade. I grin at Shade, “I hope you saved some for me and my boys.” Then, flushed with adrenaline and excitement, I give him a quick kiss on his bearded cheek, then together, we surge up the stairwell to meet up with the rest of his men. Speed is of the essence here. We need to burst in on them before they can try to set up some kind of defence around the fourth floor stairwells. And that’s where Shade comes in… his janitor’s keycard gives us access to the maintenance stairwell, allowing us to come at those MI6 bastards from an unexpected direction, even if they do manage to get some defence set up. The plan is for Shade and his men to lead his team up through the maintenance stairwell, and I’ll lead my men through the main stairwell.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: As I finish off giving my “special attention” to these little agent men I hear some larger weapons’ fire. Mr. Usov and his men have successfully secured the lobby. Mr. Steel will be very pleased with our success. I hear the heavy footsteps and know it is the lobby team, I can tell by the confident hard steps they make. They march like men into battle. They, we, are here to win today and win we shall. I still keep my trusty sidearm perched at my side just in case I miscalculate who is approaching, there are a ton of screams, random explosions and building creaks that can distract you. Then I see his sexy rippling battle-trained muscled frame come the stairs. Right then, we hear my squad up a level above us as they finished clearing level like they did in the server room and back hallway with flash bombs and some well placed head shots. I told the boys no prisoners today, just big old fucking body count.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: His debonair smile, makes my fucking thick cocker snake in my pants. Damn I should have jacked off a load this morning, but then I think… maybe Mr. Usov would be interested in celebrating later. I grin as he speaks, he is all pumped over the action… that is good, as I feel the real targets, threats of MI6 are yet to be challenged. He slides and give me a damn kiss on the cheek… fucking forward bastard… NICE. I turn and follow him up the stairs, to rally the troops and play with some big ass weaponry. Like a well oiled war machine we meet up with the men, and the “toys” are passed around like Christmas gifts. Damn straight they brought nice weapons… hell yeah… two things stir my cocker… a good thick sexy man and big ass gun. I give Ivan the biggest grin as I touch and feel the choice weapons he supplied. I give him a wink and when our squads press ahead into our respected stairwell for the rest of the siege, I grope his fine hard ass… “Stay hard, sexy,” I say sensually in his ear, then I surge up the maintenance stairwell. I might actually score a sexy fuck with them man, which gives me that added kick to pummel more of the “goodie goodies” in this facility. Plus I have some personal scores still to settle with MI6...and a certain American soldier who needs to feel my blade.

London MI6 Offices, Fourth Floor, near Maintenance Stairwell, Day 3, Early Evening

05:36 AgentJamesMason: When the explosions suddenly rock the building, and the lights go off, I know as soon as Ronald does what has happened. There is no time for fear or confusion or panic, there is only time to fight. We don’t need to exchange words as Commander Craig dips into his own private stash to throw me a Glock 17 and a combat knife. I wasn’t armed. I mean, fuck, this was in the middle of London, in the MI6 Offices. I shouldn’t need to carry around a gun with me here. That was obviously going to change in the future. Together our weapons held professionally, we burst from the door. The secretary is cowering in terror and I snap out a sharp command as Craig carefully checks that the hall is clear, “Get to the fifth floor, NOW, across the skybridge.” She flees in terror, and I follow Craig out. I only say one small phrase, “The stairs…” He nods, it’s the obvious choice. For a moment, I spare a thought for my brother, Sam. He was a tough bastard, he may seem all flustered and come across like a gawky half-grown colt, but I knew he was one hell of a soldier. Still though, I was damn glad he was with Alex right now, wherever they were.

05:36 Commander_Ronald_Craig: We make our way towards the main stairwell, but we keep our pace slow and deliberate, this is an unknown situation, and neither of us will take any chances. I’m thinking that if they cut the power, then they have a man on the inside. There was going to be some hard questions asked when this was over. I glance briefly at Mason as we crept along the darkened corridors. Fuck, I might not respect his discipline, but there was no one finer I’d rather have at my side on a day like this. Then, suddenly, Mason gestures.

05:36 AgentJamesMason: “Do you hear that..” It sounded like footsteps… coming up a stairwell.. But we were nowhere near the main stairwell yet. Then I gasped, whispering, “FUCK… Commander, the maintenance stairs used by the service staff are just around the corner..” I don’t need to say anything else. Silently, we both glide forward and cover the stairs. I duck behind a massive potted fern, while the Commander ducks down behind a solid oak sideboard, covered with magazines. There is a door into another office right next to him. Both of us have our Glocks trained on the unassuming, small steel door leading to the maintenance stairwell used by the janitorial staff.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: The squad moves up in two flanking positions on the walls of the maintenance stairwell. The stairs are clear… well lifeless I will say. We step over a few bodies as we approach the 4th Floor entrance, this is where the big boys play in MI6. My blood boils… it’s show time. I instructed the blokes on my squad, no heroics… yet. I might need them as human shields later and plan on keeping all my options open here. Two men address the sides of the steel door, it is hard to hear anything on the other side, but no matter. I attach a small wade of C-4 on the door to blow it open. I pull the men slightly back. BOOM the steel door creaks then blasts open with a thundering force and as smoke billows onto the 4th floor.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: I then sling around the first of a few toys my hot fuck merc man Ivan gave me… an M320 Gernade Launcher, but this one is modified to house and fire the epic Pike Missles that combine the distraction of a flash bomb and the full destructive impact of a 40 mm grenade. The micro missile housing allows the explosive force to fall forward on the target and not back on the attack. I grin as I love making things go boom. CLICK CLICK… BAM BAM… I toggle the trigger twice and two pike missiles fire out from the gun and one makes contact on the floor 30 feet away from us, and the other makes contact with the far wall. BOOM… BOOM… both pikes go off instantly sending a loud flash and concussion wave through the surrounding area rocking the walls, shattering glass, paper shreds and debris filling the air, and fires emanating from the places of impact. I gave ear plugs to the squad knowing I would be making several big hits and needed them sharp. I raise my right hand once the flash goes off and the squad moves in. The first half the squad pours into the room and their sidearms and semi-auto matic weapons fire off as they engage those on the floor who are down, dazed and confused.

05:36 AgentJamesMason: Suddenly, astonishingly, the steel door explodes outward with a savage blast. I recognize the focused effects of C-4 instantly. My mind works in high gear, every sense tuned to hyper-awareness. Instantly I realize these fuckers are not wielding just guns…. They are loaded with heavy ordinance. MI6 is full of some of the most highly trained combat specialists, agents, and spies in the world, trained in the use of the most modern and deadly heavy and special weapons of all kinds. But we didn’t keep those weapons here… This was a FUCKING OFFICE. The people here were non-combatants. We don’t carry around C-4 or grenades here in the fucking office. THESE BASTARDS.. THESE FUCKING MURDERING BASTARDS. My rage began to boil like a white hot flame. I didn’t care about my own safety, but rather the safety of the men and women I fought alongside, trapped here on the 4th floor, outgunned, caught off guard. NOT ON MY WATCH. No fucking WAY! Determination and fire began to harden my instincts to a razor sharp edge. As soon as the C-4 blast settled, I surged forward, diving across the hall, powered by the herculean explosion of strength from my battle-forged quads. I slammed the door next to Commander Craig open with a heavy surge of power, catching out of the corner of my eye, obscured by the smoke, a metal cylinder poking through, heavy and big. Not a rifle. Some kind of rocket launcher. My instincts had been right. Craig didn’t blink, intuiting my conclusion nearly as fast as I had. He was the best after all. Together we slammed the door shut and stood away from the wall, flanking the door. Our only hope was surprise.

05:36 AgentJamesMason: And it didn’t take long for our fears to be confirmed. A series of savage explosions rip through the hall where we had been hiding, further along. The concussion wave slams into the office wall, causing it to undulate like a snake, bits of plaster cracking and flinging across the office like shrapnel, the door shaking, the frame twisting. The window looking down onto the street below simply shattered as the concussion slammed into it, showering glass on the street below, the street that was littered with the unconscious bodies of twitching metropolitan police.

05:36 AgentJamesMason: Protected somewhat by the wall, the concussion slammed through us to a lesser effect, making me feel disoriented and sickened, but I grimly stood my ground. Craig stumbled, faltering, but recovered as I did. We nodded, then flanked the door leading out into the hall, accompanied by the sounds of crumbling masonry and the crackle of fires further down the hall where whatever toys they had brought had impacted. I focused through the sounds of mayhem, as both Craig and I planned on waiting until the footsteps of the invaders were opposite the door of this office, then subject them to an ambush of our own. The fire of my determination burned white and hot and clean inside me as I brought all my training and instincts, accumulated over a lifetime of service, determined to protect the men and women that I served with to the bitter end.

05:36 Commander_Ronald_Craig: Mason and I reach the same conclusion as soon as the bastards blow out the door with C-4. It just so happens he’s a few years younger and that slight iota faster. I’m right behind him as we surge into the office, and shut the door just in time as a series of devastating explosions rip through our offices. Grimly, I stand at Mason’s side, cold as a block of ice. Emotion would come later. Right now, there was only cold logic and a steel-hard determination to serve the organization that I had devoted my life to with my muscle and my weapons, as I had in the days when I was the best field agent MI6 had known. And I still was, back to back with Mason. We had a job to do. And now was the time to do it. I nearly threw up as the concussion wave smashed through my body, but with iron hard will, I forced my nausea down and stood ready, flanking Mason on the other side of the door, against the cracked and savagely smashed up wall, ready to ambush the men who thought they could invade MI6 with impunity. And then, in the distance, I heard the sound of running feet, as agents and guards who had heard the explosion surged towards the new front on this unfolding battle.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: I am a man who does not take chances, especially with my own life. The first half of the squad works their way through the room taking out those who still breath. I hear Ivan’s unit on the side of the floor with a fire fight fully engaged. I honestly expected more resistance here at the MI6 headquarters which has me unsteady, I feel the “big boys” are laying low waiting to pull their ambush. I step onto the floor and then from my side back pull out 6 mini drones military snap remote drones with laser targeting, and one at a time I fling them into the air and activate with quiet hum. Each drone is equipped with motion tracking and a laser site that tethered back to my SDM-R (Squad Designated Marksman semi automatic rifle). I never miss with this baby… the drones relay the target location to my rifle and boom I pull the trigger and 5.56×45mm NATO caliber bullets fire out from my 50 round modified magazine that penetrate any surface and any body armor. This is my grim reaper. I can snap in a new magazine in less to 3 seconds but to these “MI6 big boys” seconds is all they need, so good thing I have a host of skills in my pocket and up my sleeve.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: The first starts working their way down the offices kicking open the doors and laying waste to any survivors inside. I silently wave the second wave that fans out from me. Suddenly the drone alarms, bingo target acquired, I see him with the infrared heat scope crawling on the ground behind a fallen wall and debris. He is armed… PING PING PING… the high caliber rounds fire off and breath the wall and instantly end the agent’s life. He makes no sound but a simple grunt, he barely feels anything. Then again another drone goes off again with more targets acquired… 3 men huddled in an office behind a tipped over conference table. I lock and squeeze the trigger and my rifle unleashes it harborigers of death that invade the room riddle in seconds. I stealthy continue forward, toning out all the background noise of creaking building, gun fire, and screams of the dying. I steady my breathing… watching… waking… they are here… somewhere. “Come out, come out wherever you are,” I mockly say in a soft voice so only I can hear my quick wit.

05:36 AgentJamesMason: Both of us hear the sounds of more gunfire, some very close, and some in the distance. The screams and shouts of men dying cut into me like a knife. My friends, my colleagues, being butchered by these fucking, scum-sucking, savage bastards. The raw emotion is like fuel for my deadly calm, my utter focus, my ruthless determination. My senses are in hyper-aware mode. Suddenly, across the hall, I hear the sound of gunfire ripping into a room. I strain my ears, tuning into the hallway outside. I’m betting there is just one man out in the main hall. Then, as if in confirmation, I hear the sound of office doors being kicked open, and more gunshots further away. Clearly, the Syndicate squad is breaking up, trying to spread the death more efficiently. I look over at Craig, and then behind him. There is a small metal filing cabinet next to a desk. Utterly silent, I glide over to the desk, I grab the metal filing cabinet between my arms, holstering my Glock in the process. We will only get one shot at this. I have no doubt these bastards are packing full body armour. We can’t risk engaging him with our Glocks, because if we might not get a second chance. We don’t have body armour. But… we have this metal filing cabinet. My hefty quads ripple with power as I stand up, my biceps and triceps peaking to their maximum circumference, threatening to pop the seams of my shirtsleeves. Silence is absolutely essential. I nod to Craig. He is utterly silent, as he lifts his leg, and smashes the office door open with a heavy smash, the door flies open and with a surge of speed I blast through the door, holding the filing cabinet in front of me. There is a heavily armed, well-muscled man standing in the hall, and as I had suspected, he was decked out in body armour. This was our only chance. I fling the filing cabinet at him without a moment's hesitation, my massive arms and chest exploding with pure power as I launch my distraction and temporary shield. I charge forward, in the wake of the airborne, improvised weapon and shield. I dive at the last second, seeking to tackle this bastard around his waist while he deals with the filing cabinet flung at his upper body.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: It’s like I said these fucking big boy agents, who I knew were hiding up here, need only a couple seconds to wreck someone’s day. From the closest office the door bursts open and a FUCKING METAL FILING CABINET comes flinging out at my chest with a thick muscled agent soaring in after it. “SHHHHHHHHHHIT,” I roar out at my elite trained muscles go instantly into a defensive mode. My corrugated abs compact as I duck, then my steel cabled massive quads bend and spring my body to the side. The filing cabinet misses me by millimeters, but I am still not able to dodge the hero sized muscled agent, who I instantly recognize as the infamous James Mason. “Ah this is where things get good,” I think to myself in my head. The good Mason caught my v-shaped muscular waist with this cannon sized arms. Inertia and gravity are at his advantage with his well executed leap. However, this is not my first rodeo, and I have waited a long time to come face to face with the ever heroic, ever annoying Agent James Mason. The two Syndicate men at my side instantly attack the second man with Mr. Mason, so that my attention can be where it needs to be, my ultimate rival.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: We hit the floor with a loud thud, as that much muscle making contact together is bound to make some noise… his 200 lbs of ironclad battle-trained muscle impacted my 200 lbs of battle-forged hard muscled frame is like two titans colliding. My strapping back hits the ground, my legs open wide, and my eyes shine with an evil glare at his heroic raging stare. In a matter of seconds, which is all I need, I say, “My turn sexy,” and I give his face a quick lick. I had pulled a small blade that I now shove into his shoulder as my tree trunk quads snap around his lower rib cage with perfect pressurized placement. I have killed men in my thighs… watched the life go from their eyes, most of them in deep lust as I extinguished their measly little existence. But, I have no intention of killing Agent Mason… I want him to suffer. I twist the small blade embedded in his boulder sized shoulder. My ankles lock like a vice, and I crunch in,pulsing my flexing muscles like a python who has found its prey, compressing his ribs instantly to a deep painful level. WHAM my fist pops in with a throat deep throat punch on his Adam’s table, I hear that hard gagging cough. I flex and roll my hips as he gives his first grunt moving us to our sides. I slam my forearm hard into Mason’s throat to further his gag with my hand on the small blade twisting it further, as his dress shirt dampens with his blood. I clamp down harder compacting his lower rib cage to a painfully dangerous level, as one of the drones signals of a target acquired, and I lean up putting more pressure on Mason rips that soon will snap. I pull my SDM-R and fire 3 more rounds that find their target… death delivered again. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Mason...you have been a fucking pain in my ass for years.” I grunt out in my exertion, trying to hold him down, as I crunch down harder on his abs and I feel his lower ribs giving way. I look up to see one of the Syndicate men is down, as the two battle Mr. Mason’s companion, who I now recognize as Commander Ronald Craig. Now he is an excellent target.

05:36 AgentJamesMason: My shoulder slams into this bastard’s core, the thick mass of my hard, rounded shoulder smashing him to the hall even as he nimbly dodges the filing cabinet. I catch sight of two other men further down the hall, in full battle dress. Craig can handle them. I am one of the best hand to hand combat specialists in MI6, trained in the SAS. I keep myself in top physical condition, I train my body to be an unbeatable weapon. My reflexes and instincts are second to none. Or at least that’s what I thought until now. Even as I begin to spread my legs, ready to surge forward and mount this bearded, muscled bastard, his legs move faster than I’ve ever seen, snapping around my ribs with a speed and skill that is mind-boggling. The sudden and instant heavy surge of might from those enfolding quads drives a savage burst of utter agony into my ribs, deep into the very pit of my core, sapping my power and causing me to falter for just a split second as my ribs began to compress to dangerous levels. I fight hard to flex my core abs, to resist the crush,but in that brief moment of surprise, he’s already made so much headway into my core that my mighty, steel-plated abs are fighting a rear-guard action against his quads. This … this is unbelievable.

05:36 AgentJamesMason: But, this is just pain. I have a duty, a duty to the fine men and women who are counting on me to succeed. My determination, my resolve, my will runs deep as I start to bring my left arm up to go for his eyes while I reach down for my combat knife with my right hand. Suddenly, shockingly a savage, tearing, ripping pain bites deep into the thick beefy muscle of my left shoulder as I realize that this bastard had somehow drawn a knife even while I was tackling him down, and had just sunk it deep into my shoulder. With a spasm of savage agony my left arm collapses helpless to the floor, bright red blood staining my white shirt. I’ve never met a man as fast, as skilled, as deadly as this Syndicate mercenary… I raise my head, eyes wide in pain and shock only to receive a brutal punch to my Adam's apple. The impact is precise and savage, nearly breaking my Adam's apple, and causing me to gag. I have my blade in my right hand now, but the paroxysms and spasms of breathless searing pain burning in my throat disrupt my combat focus. Can’t…. Won’t… Fuck… Kyle.. Nick….

05:36 AgentJamesMason: He rolls me onto my side expertly, as I’m helpless in his pythonic grip. He grinds his forearm against my throat, threatening my very life as my Adam's apple is subjected to brutal pressure, along with my ribs. Never before in a hand to hand combat situation, have I felt myself on the verge of being totally overwhelmed. Unable to speak, gagging, fighting to breathe I’m forced to watch in agony as that bastard wields an SDM-R and kills more of my friends while I’m helpless. He speaks finally, as though he were an old friend.. But I’ve never met him before. Then, impossibly, despite every effort of my powerful core abs, his thighs ripple with another surge of strength. My ribs, already deeply concave, begin to compress even further, his titanic quads beginning to carve deep canyons into my battle-forged core muscles. So weakened by his speedy, brutal assault, I lack the power to resist….. I dig deep, deeper than I have ever dug before, focusing my will, testing the power of my heroic will against his utter brutality. Kyle… Craig… Nick… Sam… Mark… my friends, my loved ones… For them… I .. will do this… somehow I make my right hand move.

05:36 AgentJamesMason: With extreme focus, I maneuver the blade down against his massive left quad. Summoning every single remaining ounce of power I can muster, I drive the sharpened steel blade through his battle fatigues, sinking the blade deep into his awesomely muscled quad. And, even as I do… I feel a sickening CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKkk SNAPPPPPPPP as one of my ribs shatters beneath the unbelievable pressure.

05:36 Commander_Ronald_Craig: I trust Mason to handle the mercenary outside this office, our temporary refuge. I need to watch his back, and I quickly catch sight of the other two mercenaries further down the hall, coming up behind the big, bearded over-muscled bastard grappling with Mason. I take aim, call my shot, and fire, right between the eyes, he drops dead. I’m a crack shot. My hard-muscled body is still up to a fight, even after all these years of desk duty. I keep myself fighting fit. I fire at the other mercenary, but he is good cover. I frown, looking over at Mason. He’s in a spot of trouble. He’s bleeding bad, and trapped. I feel … a rumble of unease in my guts. I know how good Mason is. This was not good. But I couldn’t help him. I can’t fire at his opponent for fear of hitting Mason. I refocus on the other mercenary, as we trade rounds. I need to lure him out…

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: James Mason is one fucking hot piece of man meat. I feel his titan sized muscles in my man crushing quads, and it has my dick thick and wet. Damn, I would tie him up and do unspeakable things to his gorgeous body that would make him sing in orgasmic ecstasy. My forearm presses hard onto your cabled neck as you struggle to breath, my tree trunk thighs sink in prepping the snap of your lower ribs, and I twist that small dagger in your right boulder shoulder, your blood now staining the upper right chest portion of your dress shirt. Mr. Craig shoots with a professional's aim and takes out one of the Syndicate soldiers and is working on the other. He will be on me soon, so I need to be sure Mr. Mason is out of commission. I lean up with more leverage on Agent Mason cinching down with a bone crushing force with a surge of power from my flexing brick hard core. Then I feel a spike of deep pain in my beastly intimidating muscular quad...the fucker stabbed me. “AHHHHHH FUCK YOU BASTARD,” I roar out as my legs tighten in a forceable defensive action which SNAPS your lower ribs.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: The hand I have twisted the dagger in your shoulder with, clinches down when you stab me and I snap the dagger handle off… CHINK, leaving the blade buried in your hardened shoulder muscle as shrapnel. Your barreling battle hard chest arches up as my legs sink deeper into your stone strapping frame. Luckily my diamond-hard thigh was flexed when you punched in your knife, so it did not damage my hold on you. I am still able to keep my pythonic crush on you despite the killing muscle ripping pain. I pull my forearm back from your neck and SLAM it down hard again crushing your windpipe. “You are an annoying fucker… do you know how long I have waited to meet you… all the fucking jobs you have ruined for me with you hero attitude… fuck you Mr. Mason,” I say as I take my rock hard fist and pound on your shoulder with the dagger sharpel in it, sending searing pain through your whole upper body. I grit my teeth and CRUSH in harder still with my grade A prime beef thighs as the next set of ribs creaks and then CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKS. I pant out as the physical power to hold you down is at my limit. I quickly uncoil my rib crushing legs from your heaving chest and give you a double heel kick your obliques to push you from, again I smash those broken ribs rattling your body in pain. I then pull a military grade taser (5 times the amps of the standard model) from my vest pocket and with no hesitation I fire it, instantly your body is electrified in a paralyzing wave of pain and agony. “I’ll be right back sweetheart,” I grunt to Mason, who wrings and writhes in pain as the taser leads are latched on to his heroic chest muscles.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: Mr Craig continues to try and take out the other Syndicate soldier, I pull another dagger, this with a curved blade and I fling it fast and hard. The motion of my hand makes the flying blade arch up and then down, it makes solid contact with Mr. Craigs back shoulder muscle and sinks in deep. Bingo, another target takes the fall. Fuck, this job has brought me into the heat of battle which I have longed for. So often as a merc, I am hunting one target and I find I easily overpower them with little or no challenge. So the thrill of my regular job is the hunt of my prey, but this job is just all about the fight and kill count. The euphoria of all this has me on an emotionally personal and sensual high with the kills I am racking up today. Mr. Craig calls out in pain as he falls back some, I then leap up using my good master muscled thigh throwing myself in his direction, my 200 lbs thick power-packed muscle crashes on top of him. We tumble to the floor with his muscled back hitting the ground causing the preset dagger to drive in further to his soldier muscles. My hands grasp his throat hard and I crush with ironclad grip, as I clamper up pinning his battle forged body to the floor.

05:36 AgentJamesMason: The blade sinks into this bastard’s thigh, but the muscles of his quad are flexed so tight that I can’t sink it in as deep as I need to cripple him. In so much pain… so much overwhelming agony, starting to see spots, my strength falters, despite all my will and determination, despite the depths of my resolve, my muscles can’t work without oxygen. In reaction to my assault on his rock-hard thigh, somehow my assailant TIGHTENS the crushing power constricting my rock-hard, hard-muscled torso even further, but with every ounce of power and will, I resist, forcing my muscles to use the last of their power in a desperate attempt to hold out.

05:36 AgentJamesMason: But, despite my herculean efforts, crumbling, my core starts to collapse beneath the unstoppable power of my foe’s crush, and suddenly as if the imminent destruction of my core was not enough, the sadistic bastard twists the blade in my shoulder so hard the handle snaps. The point of the blade is digging into my bone, and the damage it unleashes on my shoulder is horrific, muscles wrecked and tendons snapped, blood pouring out in a river to stain my white shirt red. I loose all control of my left arm, the eruption of sudden pain so severe I nearly black out.. So much pain…. So much pain….

05:36 AgentJamesMason: And then, another blow, a heavy forearm smashing against my windpipe, causing me to convulse and gag and choke, all air forced from my body, and no way to draw in anymore…. The blow is nearly fatal. If he crushes my adam’s apple, I will die. But I can’t die… But I can’t… have to… too many… depending on me… so much pain… have to fight… can’t give up. And then, impossibly, unbelievably, another surge of what seems to be limitless strength explodes from my enemy’s titanic quads. My weakened core, only just holding out, cannot withstand this final surge. The pressure smashes into my muscled obliques with a shockwave of pure destruction, causing the last of my core muscles to fail and ribs to cave. What was one broken rib a moment before suddenly multiples into compound fractures and more broken ribs. New levels of agony and pain stab deep into the centre of my core like knives twisting. A savage convulsion ravages my battle-forged muscle as the defenses of my fortress core crumble before the unbelievable power of this elite mercenary’s herculean quads. I choke, and cough, and spray out a cloud of blood and bile, testimony to the mounting internal injuries in the wake of my shattered ribs and destroyed core armour. He releases me finally, and stands up over me.

05:36 AgentJamesMason: Savagely weakened, my grip on consciousness fading, my strength failing, my resolve and indomitable will insufficient to overcome the savagery of the physical trauma being done to my combat-forged body, my enemy is still not done. He still isn’t satisfied. He pulls out a military grade taser. Even in my pain-wracked state, I recognize it. Fuck me. The prongs spring forth and sink into the hard, hairy muscle of my chest. I am suddenly seized by liquid fire. I have been tased before. I’ve been trained to deal with it, to recover quickly from it, but this is no ordinary taser. Every nerve ending in my heavily muscled body turns to pure liquid fire and a pain beyond anything I have felt before joins with the brutal agony from my ribs and shoulder and throat. Paralzyed, my body jerks and spasms like a mad puppet, and in this state even the bliss of unconsciousness is denied me. When the taser finally finishes it’s cycle I collapse, my eyes open, my brain only barely functioning, a steady stream of blood leaking out of my mouth as my shoulder continues to stain my shirt, and now the carpet, red. There is no thought, no strategy, no tactics, no determination, there is no room for anything but inescapable, soul-destroying pain.

05:36 Commander_Ronald_Craig: I’ve just settled on a plan to lure that lurking Syndicate bully boy out into the open. But I’ll have to be fast. I don’t want him interfering while Mason finishes off that big bearded muscled bastard he’s grappling with. The idea that he might not be able to handle the mercenary never crosses my mind. I’ve never met his equal when it comes to pure fighting ability. But I should have thought of it. Because suddenly, as I’m about to lure the other mercenary into my crosshairs, a stabbing, savage pain paralyzes my back, sinking deep into my left shoulder blade, causing me to gasp in sudden, unexpected agony. I stagger, turning quickly to face my assailant, and my eyes have only a split second to take in a scene out of hell. Mason is spasming and twitching as though he is in the throes of an epileptic seizure, a steady stream of blood is pouring out of his mouth, and his left shoulder has a jagged, broken dagger sunk deep into the bone. Nothing fazes me. Nothing. But this did. Perhaps…. Perhaps… I cared a little bit more about Mason than I had ever let myself see.

05:36 Commander_Ronald_Craig: A weakness… a personal weakness born of my respect and attachment for Mason…. Gives the massive man who did this to him just the time he needs to tackle me hard. I’m bowled backwards by his weight, and my eyes go wide as I scream in agony, the hilt of the knife protruding from my shoulder blade slammed hard into the floor behind me, driving the blade up into my upper chest, puncturing a lung, ripping a path of destruction through my hard, muscled back in the process. This bearded man is a handsome fucker, as he looms over me, his hands clutching my throat. The pain I am suddenly feeling is beyond belief. And strangely, my fear is not so much for me. But Mason… he is a sitting target for the other mercenary. I focus, wrapping myself in calm cold logic. My right hand still holds my weapon. I can see behind me as the other mercenary moves out of his cover, lining up a headshot on Mason. I fire. I blow his brains out, landing a bullet between his eyes.

05:36 Commander_Ronald_Craig: A brutal, life threatening agony seizes my throat as this maniacal mercenary’s iron-hard grip begins to crush my throat. I know my strength won’t last long, not with a punctured lung. I used my last bullet on that mercenary…. I reach down with my left hand and pull my combat knife from the waistband of my trousers. I catch sight of the wound marring my enemies thickly muscled quad, clearly Mason had not gone down without a fight. Well, let’s double down on that. Spots are starting to flood my vision, and my throat is nearing the breaking point, but I’m a soldier, a warrior, and a fighter, as well as a leader of men. You don’t get to have your way with me, you Syndicate mother fucker. And you don’t get away with hurting the men I love. Not on my watch. I plunge my blade into the very same wound that Mason started, as I plant my boot on the floor beneath us, exploding with the last of my strength, using the distraction caused by my knife strike to flip us over.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: Damn, MI6 is a buffet of sexy muscular men. My cock is stirring like my pet snake I had as a kid back in the Australian bush. First, humping and crushing down on James Mason’s flexing pulsating rock hard muscled core, who by the way is total fuck worthy. Now, I am choking and riding this smoking hot daddy soldier man, I am just fucking slut itching to cock off in one of these guys. I can hear Mason still writhing behind me from my special taser treatment. My hand sink into Mr. Craigs cabling hard flexed neck, “Mmmmmmmmmmm damn you are a thick one, aren’t you DADDY.” I mock out. Then the fucker surprises me as he pops off a shot taking out the other Syndicate trooper with me. Fuck this soldier daddy has some legimate skills. My cocks stirs even more, which is my downfall. Mr. Craig not only gets of headshot my counterpart but then in sinks his fucking blade right into the wound where Mason has the fucking nerve to stab me. “AHHHHHHHHHHH, SHHHHHIT, MOOOOOOOOOOOOOTHER FUCKKKKKKKER,” I yell out as the bastard plants his foot and barrels up with his strapping leg muscles and flips us.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: I can handle pain, shit I have had real pain in my life… body wrenching on your deathbed type pain, so this knife in my quad is child’s play. But it is time to teach Mr. Craig a life lesson that no one, I mean no one sticks Russel Shade Taylor. From the prone position I had Mr. Craig straddled now as we flip, my legs are positioned just so and I clamp them down hard on his rib cage. Sure my cut quad is tearing, but the fucking rage and adrenline is pouring through my sadistic veins and this daddy is gonna feel the pain from “his boy.” My legs cut into you Mr. Craig’s body with deep rib shattering might, and I instantly feel his torso give under my herculean thighs. This guy is fucking fit and stout for sure, but he is no James Mason. As we hit the ground, with Mr. Craig secured in my pythonic grip my right hand went out snagging his gun bearing hand by the wrist and I twisted it hard with a snapping surge making his side arm fall from his grip. I arch my stone strapping lower back muscles and straighten my fucking beastly powered legs further crushing Mr. Craig’s body. In this moment I turn my hips, taking us to the side. Mr. Criag smashes into the ground on his wounded shoulder with the blade in it, and I still grasp his wrist with his arm outstretched, I drop my free elbow in on his forearm like a heavy anvil and SNAP the bones break. I see pain riddle his face though he shows his training and does not call out. My legs are fully extended, my titan sized flexing rock hard quads cinching with a life taking force.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: My injured quad is a beacon of pain but I have on the underside protected and with Mr. Craig’s now broken forearm, my quad can surge in on it’s pythonic embrace. “I do love a good romp around with a sexy daddy,” I mock out in my heavy breathing as I look at Mr. Craig in the face. I grasp his face by the cheeks showing my dominance. “Under different circumstances…” I squeeze harder still, “I would show you a good time,” I again squeeze down harder saying all this in a mocking tone, as the ribs give way. My free hand has pulled another dagger and reach back and slam it down deep into the side of Mr. Craig’s thigh. I twist the blade sadistically, as my legs crunch in defying the flexing of his torso, and my hand gripping his face tightly pushing his head back. I surge power from my brick hard abs as I flex down and lean up giving the largest wave of man crushing power from quads yet on Mr. Craig… the soft snapping of the ribs begins. “Fuck MI6, Fuck James Mason and Fuck you, Mr. Craig,” I grunt out in my raging siege on his body.

05:36 Commander_Ronald_Craig: As I flip us, that brutalizing stabbing agony from the knife sunk into my shoulder blade lessons enough for me to somewhat function, as does the pressure on my throat as the shock of my blade rips through this bearded, steroided Syndicate mercenary. I pull the blade free of his thigh, planning next on sinking it into his throat, when suddenly his legs wrap around my waist, and clamp. The pressure is savage, total, and near instant. Weakened badly by the blade in my back, blood dripping from my mouth from my punctured lung, I have no time to stave off the sudden brutal assault on my hard muscled core. In the very act of plunging my blade, a wave of weakness shatters my attempt to drive the blade home. I collapse suddenly on his chest, dealing with the might of his thighs as it begins to smash my hard warrior core into jelly. Stunned, I realize that I dropped the knife in the initial crush, but I still have the glock in my right hand… Weakly, dizzy agony ripping me apart, I go to lift it to smash him, to force me to let go.

05:36 Commander_Ronald_Craig: But… HOW HOW THE FUCK… A sense of rage and frustration rips through my being as he anticipates my every move, snagging my right wrist, twisting it with the professional reflexes of a brutally trained fighter. I drop the Glock, and suddenly my assailant twists to his right side, smashing my body brutally to the floor on my side, jolting the knife stuck in my back, causing another spasm of pain to rip through me. I let out a soft grunt of agony, the pain growing, building everywhere, threatening to shut me down. But my immediate concern is my arm… He has my wrist, stretching my arm out, and I’m too weak to pull it free before his elbow spikes down like a hammer, the bone shattering beneath the savage strength of this mercenary. I grunt softly again… The room is swimming before my eyes…. And … I gaze over at Mason… he’s starting to stir… My last duty on this earth is to give him time…

05:36 Commander_Ronald_Craig: Spots dancing in front of my vision, this bastard’s sick, twisted words register in my brain, along with his humiliating grip on my handsome, bearded face. He sports a brand of pure, unadulterated sadism… determined to not only kill me, but humiliate as he does so. I feel a brief flare of shame… Never in all my years have I been so easily mastered in a fight. Never when it mattered so much had I failed so totally. I let go of everything… and focus on one thing.. Give Mason time. He’s reaching, crawling for his sidearm. I spit a wad of blood into this bastard’s face as his fingers stab into my face like a vise.

05:36 Commander_Ronald_Craig: Then, like a flash, he drives another dagger deep into my own thigh, twisting it, causing my body to shudder and spasm. I let out a loud groan of agony, not holding back, knowing that every sound I make helps Mason. His legs suddenly pulse with a savage wave of deep crushing power as his hand pushes my head back. Pain screams in my neck as it is torqued, screams in my punctured back and lung, screams in the savage wound ripped in my bleeding thigh, but most of all, the agony explodes like a grenaded in my core as this newest crushing surge of might compresses inwards, causing my ribs to snap like kindling. Pain beyond anything I have ever felt sears me to the bone. I can’t breath…. I can’t think… I can’t…. Can’t… Suddenly, my once proud, hard muscled core is compacted into trash, a fountain of blood erupts out of my mouth, staining my beard red… My vision fades… I think… Mason… please… then, my body falls limp and death takes me away from this living hell.

05:36 AgentJamesMason: Pain… Agony… Hurt… I hurt… so much… Suddenly, my muscles begin to unlock as the effects of the savage electric torture fade… But I can’t move… So many of my ribs are broken… there is the hot taste of iron in my mouth as I leak a steady stream of blood. I’m messed up inside, badly. My shoulder is in so much pain it becomes a roar of white noise, my left arm useless. I try to think… try to focus… something is important to me… I want to go to sleep… but I can’t … somebody needs me… Kyle… He won’t like it if you go to sleep, Mason. C’mon. For Kyle. For Sam… For Tim… For Nick… For Ronald.. Ronald… Oh yes… My boss.. Wait, that’s him right there… and… he’s hurt, wrapped up by that bastard, that mercenary that tossed me aside when he was done with me to find new prey. No… Kyle… C’mon Mason.. There are men who love you, who need you. Don’t let them down. C’MON MASON. Suddenly, a fire surges in my heart, a flame of pure determination. Weakly, I find purchase on the carpet of the hall with my foot, and push. I nearly pass out from the savage stabbing pain assaulting my ribs as I try to move. Grimly, I refuse to give up. Refuse to quit. I think of Kyle.. Sam… Dr. Vanderbilt. These men need me. They all need me to not give up. I push another inch, and my right hand strays over towards my Glock. I have to … have to hurry. Ronald doesn’t have much time… he’s badly hurt… I catch a glimpse of the blood leaking out of his mouth.

05:36 AgentJamesMason: I push harder, somehow ignoring the white-hot sheets of pain that stab my brain, and I grab the Glock… My right shoulder hits the wall, and I push myself up into a sitting position, inch by agonizing inch. The whole time, more blood leaks out of my mouth, the flow increasing as I compound my own internal injuries with my repositioning. But now I raise the Glock, getting a bead on that bastard… But I hesitate.. His head is blocked by his body, and he’s covered in body armour, protecting his torso. I can’t waste my shot. But… there, at the bottom of his torso… There is a small gap where his body armour is pulled out of position, exposing just a crack, a shot at one of his kidneys. Probably won’t kill him… but will put him in a whole fucking world of agony. Then, as I line up the shot, I see a bright red fountain suddenly erupt from Craig’s mouth, and I hear the sickening sound of multiple ribs shattering at once. I start to cry… knowing beyond doubt that my Commander is dead. As a tear makes it’s way down my pain-wracked face, I focus every ounce of my will on holding that gun steady. Pain doesn’t matter right now. Nothing matters… I fire.. The bullet slams into the chink of that bastard’s armour, into his kidney, then again, as he reacts to my shot, I fire a second time, sinking a bullet right into the mother fucker’s ass. I hear steps at the same time, coming down the corridor, and shouts of men I recognize. Backup is finally on the way. But it was too late for Craig… Oh fuck… I hold the grief at bay. There will be time for rage and tears later.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: I feel Mr. Craig breaking between my armour-plated muscled thighs. His core is compacted with multiple ribs that have fractured and even broken. The blood issues from his mouth in coughs and spurts showing me my damage is taking full effect on his body. Sure you put a gun to a guy's temple and pop him off quickly, but where is the fun in that. But to feel a man crumble in your might, to make your opponent feel your superior strength, to make him look you in the eyes as you rob him of his life slowly… AH FUCK it is almost better than a deep orgasm… almost. Mr. Craig crumbles more in my rippling battle-trained muscled legs. I look at his strained red face, his bloodied mouth and teeth, I hear groans signaling death is approaching. My cannon-sized upper arms arm flexing down holding Mr. Craig’s face and then flexing hard holding my knife deep in his thicken thigh. I grit my teeth and my rage takes over as I smash Mr. Craig’s battle trained muscle into nothingness. He gives his last gasp and his eyes go dark… my cock throbs in my battle gear. I growl like an animal over his conquered prey. Mr. Craig is dead, my employer will be pleased.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: My legs begin to relent their pressure lock on Mr. Criag’s lifeless body, then BOOM… a weapon goes off behind me and the bullet slams into my lower body armour with stinging pain. “FUCK ME!” I call out, as I realize Mason, that studly mother fucker, is moving and got to his damn gun. I uncoil my legs and begin to turn pulling another dagger then his shot hits… contact… the bullet sinks into the flesh of my upper ass cheek. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOUR FUCKING MOTHERLESS BASTARD!!!” I scream out as I fall to the side of Mr. Craig’s defeated broken frame, one hand on my bleeding ass. I quickly fling the dagger in my hand making solid contact on the top of Mason’s hand, slicing it right across the knuckles making him drop the side arm and retreat his arm back. I clench my ass as the pain surges up my back. At least the shot is on the same side as the knife wounds. Fuck I might be doubling my fee for all this shit. I am alerted to voices in the hallway, they are getting closer, and they are not Syndicate. My free hand I reach for my remote and depress a button activating the drones self destruct feature. I pulled my rifle around, which had remained strapped to my back all time… a man needs to stay armed, granted I still got shot in the ass. Maybe Mr. Usov will attend to wounds I grin as my cock snakes a little more with nasty thoughts of pinning Ivan down and visions of him “attending my wounded ass.”

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: I target the hallway, where the voices emanate from and fire several rounds off marking the zone for the drones. The mini drones buzz and soar fast to the marked zone… one by one the drones fly into the hallway detonating like grenades crashing walls, shattering office windows, and taking out the hallway ceiling. The floor rocks some as a result of the six drone explosions. I pull my battle forged body up, still with one hand holding my bloodied ass cheek. I walk over with a deep limp on pillar sized legs to Mason’s wounded frame as he lays there, his one arm immobilized from the dagger shrapnel, his other now cut with a deep blade mark that oozes more of his life’s blood, his torso pulverized with a few broken ribs. I take my boot and press it on his neck giving pressure on your windpipe knowing there is not much you can do. I look straight into his powerful strong eyes. “You will not die today James…” I say as I pull out a syringe out from my tactical vest. “This is only the beginning of the suffering I will bring you… next time you will watch me coil around your boy… Kyle Bryne… “ I see the anger, shock in your eyes. “Yes, I know all about you, you fucking handsome stallion…” I pause then continue, “...in another life we would be such lovers.” I say in a heated tone. I take the syringe and plunge it into my good tree trunk sized thigh. I groan as the adrenaline shot takes effect.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: I press my boot down more making you unable to move, as I hear the voices again, your comrades are working their way through the debris. It is time for my exit. I kneel down grimacing as my damaged legs sears in pain. I bend my leg out that holds my boot to your neck so it leans down on your chest, so that my face can get close to you. I plant a huge sloppy kiss on you, sticking my tongue in your mouth, curling it around sensually, forcing you in the kiss. Then I pull a second syringe from my vest and as I rape your mouth with my kiss I slam the shot of adrenline in your beefy muscled quad. The plunger goes down and releases the first aid adrenaline into your system. I feel your lips tighten as the surge courses through your body. I stand in deep pain and pull back quickly from you gathering a look on my surroundings. I snap a glance back at you. “Goodbye my stallion...see you soon,” I say, blowing you a kiss, as I turn and quickly run limping back across the 4th floor towards the direction of Mr. Usov, his squad and the remaining men from my squad.

05:36 AgentJamesMason: My first shot hits his body armour, just missing the chink I was aiming for, but my second shot slams into his ass. I fight with all my will to keep myself in the small bubble of calm I’d built in the middle of this sea of agony and loss. That murdering fucker falls to the side, and suddenly before I can get another shot off, he sends a knife twisting through the air, scoring my hand. Never… never in my life have I faced a man with his speed and skill. My hand drops, my fingers twitching, my weapon falling to the hall. My bubble of calm bursts and pain floods my system. I feel… a sense of … fear… acceptance. And then resignation. I flashed back for some reason to Des Moines when I was certain that Ivan was going to capture me. Except this time, I didn’t think I’d be captured. I would be killed. I wish… I only wished… I could have one final moment with Kyle… a chance to say goodbye.

05:36 AgentJamesMason: And then he fires his weapon down the hall, where the group of men I heard earlier are racing towards this end of the office. Tears start to form in my eyes as I’m forced to listen to the sound of savage explosions… Those spotting drones… turned into grenades… and more of my friends died.

05:36 AgentJamesMason: Limping that massive, heavily muscled bastard strode over towards me, and pinned my neck against the wall with his boot. I struggled to breath, every breath agony as my broken ribs protested and my throat began to compress. I tried not to squirm. I’d face my death with dignity. Our eyes meet, and my gaze does not falter, and I show no fear. He speaks to me then, telling me he isn’t going to kill me. Then, mentions that I will suffer, mentions that Kyle will be his next victim to get to me. And … lovers?? Us… Unable to speak, my eyes show their contempt for this murderer.

05:36 AgentJamesMason: He takes out a syringe, adrenaline most likely, and injects himself with it. Then, he leans down pressing his boot further into my neck. I’m helpless to stop him as he opens his mouth and kisses my bloody mouth. What a sick, twisted, sadistic brute he is. I feel violated… deeply, violated, forced to endure this rape of a kiss. Suddenly, I gasp as he kisses me, he’s plunged something deep into my thigh… a drug… and suddenly a surge, a tightening passes through my ruined, bleeding body, it’s adrenaline. He … this… fucking sicko… administered adreniline to me… to combat shock.. WHY?? What game is he playing?? He stands up, breaking off the kiss, as I stare at him in shock and stunned silence. Humiliated, violated, brutalized by his might and power…. Never have I met a man like him. He blows me a good-bye kiss, another of his sick gestures, and leaves me helpless on the floor. A part of me… the part of me that struggles with a deep, profound sense of shame and inadequacy in the face of his awesome skill and might almost wish he had killed me. I lay there, to struggle with a savage physical and emotional destruction that nearly unmans me as I wait, helpless, to be rescued, nothing to do but stare at the dead body of Commander Ronald Craig.

Published: 2021-05-19, viewed 40 times.