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Police Incident
Police Rescue

This story takes place about 1 month before THE MINNEAPOLIS AFFAIR

IN THE GRAND HOTEL, NEW YORK CITY

11:13 OfficerJasonFrank: The situation was tense, so fucking tense you could cut the air with a knife. And it was all thanks to my long time friend, Lieutenant David Armstrong. I mean, I have nothing but respect for that big, over-muscled, tough as shit Army Ranger. But he owes me big time for this pile of shit he’s dumped me into. Still, the man he saddled me with is sure as hell easy on the eyes, big, strong, ginger fucker, a British Copper, about as goddamn hard as they come,if I’m any judge of men. And I think I am. I glance over at Aaron, and give him a nod. He’d hold his own, I could tell. I just wish we’d had more time to gel before being thrown together.

When David called me up, and asked me to volunteer to team up with PC Aaron Mitchell as a special favor, of course I agreed. I’d bend over backwards for David, and he’d do the same for me, we’ve been tight ever since high school. But maybe I should have let him explain the assignment beforehand. But, fuck it, even if he had, I would have agreed. I mean, it was fucking David asking.

The assignment turned out to be bodyguard duty for a visiting British General, Sir Alexander Hammerstone. Former SAS, tough as nails, and with some kind of personal connection to the British Copper, Aaron, he’d selected as his personal bodyguard. A bit unusual, to select a PC as your bodyguard, but hell, I guess he was a fucking general, and could pick who he liked.

That was all fine by me. But, I could see why David was all hot up his collar for Aaron. Fuck, and if he wanted me to be the one to keep his boyfriend safe, well truth be told, I was honored. But what wasn’t so great was the price on Alexander’s head. Apparently he’d directed some kind of military strike that had cost the Syndicate millions of dollars, and they had posted a bounty for him on the dark web in retaliation. MI6 had uncovered the price on his head only a day before the big conference here in New York. Then, I get David on the horn this morning asking his favor, and here I am. Showing unity with our British Allies by standing guard along with PC Aaron Mitchell. Barely had a chance to shake his hand during the briefing detailing the security arrangements for the trip from the General’s hotel to the conference center.

Still, I never backed down from danger. I was proud to wear my uniform, took my job seriously, my black police boots, black uniform trousers, black button up shirt, freshly cleaned every day. I was proud of my badge, and when I tipped my hat to the residents, they knew that I was there to keep them safe. I'd earned the respect of the residents on my beat, and knew many of them by name. But in this city, in this job, it takes more than respect and good community relations to do your duty. There was a time and a place when shit got real, and I'm ready for it. My tactical belt was equipped with a Glock Gen 4, a nightstick, taser, cuffs, radio. I was well-trained in the use of my gear. But sometimes, in the heat of a confrontation, shit happened, and the best cops were the ones who'd trained their body to be a weapon that can't be dropped, or jammed. Trained my body hard, built it strong, drilled in BJJ and boxing, kept myself in top shape. No donuts here. I owe it to my community to stay strong and fight hard. And that’s why the Commissioner was relieved when I volunteered for this assignment. I had a spotless record, didn’t play politics, did my job, and did it fucking well.

As I stood beside PC Mitchell, at attention, flanking the General’s door, Sir Alexander walked out, and nodded at both of us. Then, taking up the rear, my senses sharpened, on high alert for the slightest bit of danger, I followed until we got in the elevator. The real fucking headache was going to be escorting the General out of the hotel and into his limo. That’s where a sniper would have a clear shot. So, I’ll save my paranoia for then, instead of wasting it here, in the elevator.

11:14 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I knelt on one knee in the dust and dirt you’d find in any number of construction sites. This one just happened to be located in the Grand Hotel, in New York City. And it just happened to be in the same hotel currently hosting Sir Alexander Hammerstone, who just happened to be a British General that the Syndicate just happened to have put a cool 5 million dollar bounty on. Coincidence? Nah. Not for that kind of money. When Derek had told me about the bounty, I’d left Dave, my fuck buddy and a man I trusted like my right arm in charge of setting the trap for James Mason back in Minneapolis, and caught a flight to New York. Derek had sent me Sergeant Matt Lewis, who was still in the shithouse for his failure to stop the man who had single handedly infiltrated our training compound in Russia and rescued PC Aaron Mitchell a few months back, about a month before the now-infamous Toronto Incident.

Apparently, this was Matt’s chance to redeem himself. I grinned. He was a big, tough fucker, a good soldier, and actually, with his intensive military training, he was the perfect man to pull this hit off with me. Hot as fuck to boot. I’d enjoy feeding him some of my Russian cock if we got a chance to play later. But no time for that now. Together, we’d had a few hours to examine the situation, and decide how to conduct the hit. Sniper rifle would be ideal, but the security arrangements the Brits and Yanks had thrown together made that too risky. I had a better plan. When we’d learned that one of the floors of the General’s hotel was under construction, and currently unoccupied, Matt and I had taken up residence in the empty floor, entering the building along with all the other workmen, dressed up as construction workers, but staying behind when everyone else left. Just a small hole in the security arrangements we were able to exploit.
We’d brought along all of our heavy battle gear in backpacks, and were ready for combat now.

The final step had been to carefully tap into the CCTV feeds for the hotel, and route the camera feed for the General’s floor to my phone. Then, when the General got in the elevator, we’d know, and would cut the power to the lift just when the lift reached this floor. When they forced the doors open, they’d be walking right into our little trap. It wouldn’t be suspicious, not to the building management, since the construction work had already disrupted the power to that lift several times already. Of course, we could have just set a bomb, but then, the security forces would swarm on us like flies to honey. Sure, the General would be dead, but we would be too. I kinda wanted to live to enjoy our reward. So we opted for the stealthy approach. Even better, smartphones had no signal in the lift, so they couldn’t call for help. And of course, we’d barricaded all the fire doors at the stairwells, so we’d have no immediate interruptions. It would be a while before anyone figured out why the General was late. And by that time, he’d be the late General Alexander Hammerstone, and the Brotherhood of Steel would be 5 million dollars richer.

The only slight risk was the two bodyguards the General had with him. I’d heard that one was a British Cop, and the other was NYPD. But fuck, if Matt and I can’t handle two donut-munching coppers, than it really was time for us to retire.

During my stint in the Spetsnaz, I learned plenty of ways to maim, break, and hurt men with my fists and feet as well as weapons. My specialty training included not only hand to hand combat, but weapons and firearms handling, pistols, automatic, semi-automatics, as well as explosives.

Wearing solid black boots, thick black combat trousers, a tight, muscle hugging black shirt, with a heavy bulletproof vest, fighting to contain my 250 pounds of heavy, steel-hard battle-forged Russian muscle, along with a tactical belt, my silenced Glock, my heavy combat blade, and a few other odds an ends to help me out of tough situations stowed there. I looked down at my smartphone, then I smiled. The General, along with the two bodyguard cops, had just gotten into the lift. I looked over at Matt, nodding to let him know it was nearly time to cut the power to the lift. These were the moments I lived for. I thrived off of danger and vodka in equal parts, and got off on killing and fucking men up. A little rape never hurt either. I’d given and taken my share of injuries in my career, and had the scars to prove it. I mean, how can you have fun if you don’t take risks?

12:03 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I didn't really like the Russian, he was far too cocky, and I had an instant dislike for Russians, never trusted them. He was hot though, muscular, just my type, I'd enjoy force feeding him into the pillow and showing him how a red blooded southern American boy fucked, making him squeal like an animal.

But there wasn't time for that, it was too much work to do, setting up the operation, and ensuring everything was set up, the black body armour was heavy and very secure, I wasn't used to wearing full ballastic face masks, as we'd never had them in the unit, but they were certainly secure. No fucking coppers were going to be a match for Ivan and myself.

I'd wanted to go and get a few beers last night, but it had been too dangerous to go and leave this floor right now, so I'm full of pent up annoyance, and sexual frustration as I could also have gotten laid a couple of times in New York, never been here before and they were unlikely to have my DNA on file in case I'd gotten a bit rough.

But it was the morning now, and I looked at the lift notification.

"Okay Russian, lets go and get this done."

Mainly since afterwards I wanted to slam my cock right into him and make him beg.

I smile and pull my gun up. "Five minutes max before it's over."

12:04 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I'd been back in the UK for about a couple of weeks while the Metropolitan Police tried to figure out exactly where they were going to put me considering the last Police Station wasn't in any fit state to be habited right now.. at least they'd put the fire out.

There was something called Administrative Leave which was normally given to people who had done something wrong, so I had a week's worth of Administrative Leave where I redecorated my apartment and rearranged the TV at least twice before they asked me to head back to New Scotland Yard.

They decided to tell me they were shipping me back off to New York, and since it was on business I wouldn't even get the frequent flyer miles. The job was fairly simple, it was to be a bodyguard of an SAS General who had been a former Parachute Regiment senior officer as well, so he knew me from when I served there. I pointed out three times that while I had trained as close protection in the Para's, I hadn't retrained as one since I joined the police, but they weren't particularly into having the discussion between the differences and so I was packed back off to America.

At least this time I had a chance to pack.

The flight over was less painful than the flight back had been a few weeks ago now I'd recovered from my injuries and I had a chance to flirt with the steward on the plane which at least got me good service with the peanuts and beer.

The hotel in New York they'd put me up in, was ... less than... brilliant to say the least, but the Metropolitan PD wasn't exactly up on spending a lot of money, but I'd been in far worse places to be honest, including sleeping in caves in Afghanistan and tents in Wales.

I spend that evening working on making sure everything is shining, from the medals on my uniform to the boots, to the belt. Most police officers didn't go in for the level of bullying their boots, and certainly didn't go into the level of shining the brass on their belts and medals and even polishing their warrant card. But being a former soldier these things are second nature and I watch some crap television while doing it, then turn to watch some porn, have a wank, and then head off to sleep.

The next morning, I shower, and then head over to the General's hotel in a odd yellow taxi which seemed to have more grills on the inside to stop knives and violence than any taxi I'd ever been in.. also with the fucking traffic it would have been far easier to actually walk there - it was ridiculous. I'd heard they have a subway, but I didn't want to turn up sweaty from the mound of humanity that tends to dwell in the London Underground at least.

I headed into the briefing and nodded as the General sat in the corner, probably wouldn't be wise to salute him since I'm not a Para any more, but the instinct was nearly there.

I nod politely to the good looking NYPD officer they'd assigned, why they'd needed to assign someone else was a different matter. But he was rather easy to look at, with good arms, and he looked like he took care of his uniform which was a really good sign anyway. I had had a text from David saying that he had agreed to have someone assigned to the General who knew the area, which I had thought was a fairly okay idea, even if I wasn't always used to working with foreign police officers.

I shook his hand but didn't really have much of a chance to strike up conversation before I learnt that people were going to try and kill the General, which upped the seriousness level, as the General finished I headed to the back of the room and opened the case that had carried my weapons and I take out my Sig Sauer SG516 rifle and sling it around my shoulder, and put my Glock 17 into my belt as well as checking my taser and checking the knife in my boot, as well as the one in my belt.

As the General headed out I followed him into the elevator, standing for a second in front of him as the doors opened to let him in before moving to slightly behind him.

"Needs more elevator music," I say under my breath as the elevator headed down.

12:33 OfficerJasonFrank: I chuckle, under my breath, as I catch Aaron's comment about elevator music. I notice, out of the corner of my eye, that the General grins as well. Then, my eyes take a good, long look at the Sig Sauer SG516 slung across his back. I could have sworn I'd read somewhere that British Coppers didn't really go in for firearms like us American cops. Makes me wonder what the fuck he's expecting, and makes me feel a bit naked without one of my own.

Then, suddenly, the lift stops, and all the lights go out. It's totally fucking pitch black, not even the little red led for the emergency call button is working. Well FUCK. Every sense instantly goes hyper, as I strain with my ears and eyes and nose for anything out of the ordinary.

I pull out my radio, but as I had feared, there was no fucking signal in this big metal box. Shit. Well, time to do things the old fashioned way.

Without a moment's hesitation, I step forward to the door. These fucking old New York elevators were always on the fritz. This isn't the first time I'd been trapped in one when the power cut out. But there was another reason I stepped forward to the door. That was to put my body between whatever might be on the other side and the General. I knew my duty. I listened hard, for what PC Aaron and the General were up to, then, I spoke up, keeping my voice quiet. "Happens pretty often in these old elevators. Quickest way out is to force the doors open. Aaron, if you want to cover the General in case this isn't a coincidence... I got the door."

I wedge my fingers into the crack between the doors, and then, hoping we had stopped at a floor, rather than trapped between one, I grunt, tighten my core to build tension, then as the cords stand out on the side of my neck, my biceps start to flex and ripple with strength, I force the doors open. They give with a snap, and a grey half-light filters in, dimly illuminating a construction site. Instantly, my hackles raise. Two coincidences in a row were two too many for me. I whipped out my Glock, holding it in both hands, pointed up, my eyes darting right and left, looking, listening for anything out of the ordinary. We need to get someplace where we have signal to call for assistance.

I look over to Aaron, keeping my voice low, and one eye peeled out in front, "Aaron, I got a really uneasy feeling about this. I smell a fucking big rotten fish. We need to move towards the outside wall until we get signal, but I don't think we should split up, and we need to keep the General covered between us at all times. Agree?"

12:42 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I grin over at Matt, "Five minutes max? How about a wager on that? If you are right, then you get to fuck me up the ass. But if it takes longer, then your ass is mine, soldier." I tell him in perfect English, with only the barest hint of a Russian accent.

Then, the lift reaches the floor, and the power is cut. Time for action. I look across the hall at Matt, in the dim light. We are both hidden behind stacks of heavy tile, partially blocking a hallway that intersects the hall leading from the lifts. It's a perfect spot to jump the bastards. Even better, there still is no signal here, so they will be on their own.

As I hunker down behind the stacks of tiles, I hear a metallic screech as the elevator doors are forced open. It's only a matter of time now. My silenced Glock is in my hands, and I've got it pointed through a gap in the stacks of tiles, ready to let loose on our target when they come in range. Fuck. I should have made another bet with that hot Yankee fucker... whichever one of us gets the kill shot on the General gets treated to a round of drinks. I hear a low sound of voices just down the hall. I can make out every other word or so, but not quite enough to follow the conversation. Come on... come on you fuckers... come this way.... 5 million dollars on the way.

12:59 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: "Yeah, I'll take that bet. Two fucking coppers, they're probably in there shitting their pants. But either way, I don't get fucked, lets make that clear... and no fucking foreign cock is getting inside me, right. I'll show you how we fuck in Texas."

I pull my helmet down and move to the opposite side of Ivan pulling out my own gun. "Come on you fuckers.. come on out..." I say under my breath as I watch over the opening. "Come to fucking daddy you nice five fucking million."

12:59 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I had actually not been expecting anything, but as a certified firearms officer, I was simply carrying exactly what they carried, I just never actually expected to use it.

As the lift stopped and Jason moved forward, I pushed the general behind me. "Stay behind me, sir."

I look down at my radio. "No signal," I say briskly as I looked around. I look around. "Either we take the general out, or we leave him here, this is a large metal container with the door closed, will take a lot to get through the doors without opening them.

"Advantage of that, secure cover. Disadvantage of that, no way out in case something happens to us."

I pull my handgun out and look at Jason. "Either way, makes no sense to split up you and I ... no idea what's going on.... lets be honest... this could be a breakdown, or it could be a problem."

"Or... you can stay here with the General and I'll take a look around." he looked at him. "But.. I'd rather someone had my back, Officer Frank."

13:13 OfficerJasonFrank: I listen carefully as Aaron replies to my initial suggestion. I feel uneasy. This is an unknown situation, and maybe they had anticipated us leaving the General in the elevator car. But what he said made sense. It was safer in the elevator than out in the open, even with both of us to cover him.

I reply softly, my mind made up. The good-looking British hard man was talking sense. "Well then, PC Mitchell, we just have to make sure nothing happens to us. You are right though, it makes no sense to split you and I up.

I've got your back. General, sir, if you don't mind, we'll go scout, please sir, if you would stay here. But just in case..." I reach down to my boot, and pull out my spare knife, and hand it to Alexander.

I nod as the General agrees with our approach. I holster my Glock, then I plant my hands on the door, and with a grunt, and another surge of muscle, force the doors closed. I turn, re-draw my Glock, and hold it up and ready. I nod, and I cover the right side of the hall. There was an intersection up ahead, I could just make out what looked like stacks of construction material partially choking the intersection. I approached cautiously, ready for anything.

13:20 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: As we climb through the doors of the lift, "Did you really just give an SAS General a knife... the SAS are like the best of the best, we should be fucking hiding behind him."

I adjust the grip on my glock as I move on your left, covering the left side of the hall. Checking the radio. "No signal," I say again briefly checking the sightlines as I move down the corridor.

I stop for a second and kneel down as I look in the dust. The parachute regiment taught you a lot of tracking and I saw a few boot prints in the construction dust, which were fairly recent, they hadn't had much dust settle into the grooves. They were boots, not shoes, wasn't a hotel employee just wandering around or using the place for illicit liaisons. Size 10 and 12 ish.. one was a bit bigger than Aaron's own boots.

I look over at Aaron and having no idea how British Military hand signals translate, I show two fingers, then a third finger and shake it slightly as a maybe, I couldn't tell between the tracks if there were more than just the two. Sadly the boots had been here a few times it seems so I couldn't tell where they were. But something was now a little more fishy.

13:22 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I hear some more soft-spoken conversation, and then, suddenly, a wrenching sound as the doors are closed again. FUCK. The bastards... they wouldn't close the doors unless the General stayed behind.

Well, fine. He's still dead. We cut the power cable, and the lift ain't going anywhere till that's fixed. We'll take him after we deal with these two mall guards. Softly now, I hear footsteps approaching. They are being cautious, careful, not rushing ahead. I frowned. This might be more of an interesting challenge than I'd first thought.

I keep my eye peeled through the gap in the stack of tiles, until, there I spy a bright flash of yellow, just entering my field of view. A British coppers uniform. But this is less than fucking ideal. I clearly catch sight of the heavy vest he's wearing. Probably bullet proof. But at this close range... My mind analyses the situation with combat-honed precision, weighing the odds. I decided to take the shot. Even if it doesn't kill him, it will feel like he's been kicked by a fucking mule and I can finish him off with a second shot. All of this flashes through my brain in under half a second, before I pull the trigger, and my silenced Glock fires, sending a bullet towards the big British Copper's torso.

13:37 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I look up at Jason and motion to him only to find myself lying on my back, like I'd been punched in the chest. I knew the feeling well. Someone has shot me and the bullet had hit the tactical vest, centre mass, good shot. The pain in my chest would be there for a minute or so, but the sensation was familiar, it had happened before.

"GUN," I shouted from the floor, more to alert Jason than anything else.

I know the worst place to be was stationary so I force myself, even with the blunt force pain in my chest, and I roll forward towards the stack of tiles, the chances were the gunshot came there, it was right in front of me where the bullet had impacted my armour; heading away from it would just give them a clearer line of sight, so I roll forward and get to my knees moving slightly to the left so that someone shooting through the tiles will have to reposition.

13:37 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I see Ivan shooting at the British guy, and then he shouts, he should have been dead not being able to shout out, typical of the Russians to be unable to shoot straight.

I go around the side a bit more to the cop, working my way quietly around. I didn't like police officers, I'd been arrested quite a bit in my youth, so it's second nature to hate the Feds. I move from the cover and take aim at the cop and shoot at him twice, "Should have fucking stayed at the donut store." With the level of confidence and arrogance that I normally displayed.

I smile as I get ready to head from the cover to go and kill the guy.

13:57 OfficerJasonFrank: I stop, watching as Aaron catches something on the dusty floor, boot tracks, fresh. I frown, thinking to myself that you would expect boot tracks in a construction site, but as I look closer in the dim light, I realize how fresh they are. Fuck. He signals at me, clearly indicating at least two sets, maybe more.

My hackles raise, just as Aaron slams down to the ground to my left, and instantly I realize he's been shot. Whoever fired must be using a silencer. At that point, Aaron's shout was redundant, because I was already crouching low and moving forward, assessing where the shot had come from. There, that stack of tiles.

I turn instantly, training my Glock onto it, when BAM, I'm the one kicked by a mule, not once, but twice, the first one smashed me between my shoulder blades, sending me stumbling forward, gasping. Before I could turn, another shot smashed into my body armour, right over the kidneys. I let out a grunt of agony, smashing face down to the dirty floor, my cap tumbling off my head.

My first thought as I fight to replace the wind, is to MOVE. Don't stay put. I roll to the side rapidly, onto my back, wincing at the soreness from that double impact. I spare a quick glance as I roll to make sure Aaron is all right, but he's smart, and has taken cover right next to the stack of tiles where the shot had to come from. My heart starts pounding, and I focus like a laser, to see a big, muscled fucker stepping around the other stack of crates. That was the bastard that tried to kill me. He was wearing a ballistics mask, so I couldn't get a good view of his head, but that didn't fucking matter. I was a damn good shot. Without trying to get up, I whip my Glock around, getting a double handed grip on the butt for extra stability, and slip into the zone.

I fire, sending a round straight towards his ballistics mask, before springing up to my feet, and charging towards him. I could tell in one glance the fucker was hefting more body armour than I was, which meant I needed to get close and personal before I got into a gunfight where the odds were not in my favor.

13:57 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I caught sight of the British copper going down, shouting out to warn his comrade. But the other one was Matt's problem. This one, this fucker was mine. He was a clever bastard, rolling towards me, and scrambling up, taking cover to the left of my convenient firing gap. I didn't hesitate though, I brace my boot, and HEAVE, slamming my 250 pounds of Spetsnaz muscle into the tall stack of tiles, sending them toppling down to spill over my mark.

I threw myself just behind the toppling stack of tiles, intending to add my heft and weight to the heavy ceramic tiles toppling down towards him, to pin this fucking cop beneath me and the tiles, then get the kill easy.

14:14 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: Admittedly I hadn't been expecting that as the tiles start coming down on me, I had been thinking about doing the same thing myself, but you never expect the other guy to be thinking the exact same thing.

"Fuck," I grunt as the tiles land on me slamming be back to the floor, my Glock goes sliding across the construction floor, but I go to my belt and grab something for emergency defence as then a second weight lands on top of me.

Instinctively I bring my knees up, it won't hit anything between the tiles and what landed on me, but it makes space so that I'm not being pinned on the ground.

15:24 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I was just about to shoot at the cop, twice in the head, that would have sorted this quickly, I still had a bet to win, and this fat lazy cop would be dealt with.

I wasn't expecting the speed of the response from him, and a bullet slammed into the face mask denting it slightly and knocking it to one side so I couldn't see, I fire twice more in his direction, but it's not until I rip my mask off that I can see again, but by now he's bearing down on me, certainly not enough time to aim and fire, inside I bring my fist up with the butt of the gun and slam it into his face as he charges into me, both of us slamming into the wall.

15:24 OfficerJasonFrank: My round smashes into his ballistics mask, as I charge towards him. I fire twice more mid-charge, but I can't aim worth crap as I charge, and both shots go wide. He fires two more rounds at me, but his mask is knocked askew, and likewise, his shots go wide. Then, I'm on the fucker, smashing my heavy, hard Cop muscle into his battle gear, but fuck this bastard is good, and suddenly he rips his mask off just in time to see me barreling down into him, and a moment later the butt of his gun smashes into my jaw with a sickening crunch, and a spray of blood erupts from my mouth. Lights explode inside my skull, and my body goes momentarily limp, the shock causes my muscles to spasm , and I hear the clatter as my Glock drops to the floor from my temporarily nerveless hand.

My momentum carries me forward though, and I slam him hard into the wall with a loud crunch. Pain knifes through my skull and jaw, but grimly, in my combat-heightened state, I fight past it. Blood spilling out of my mouth, I instinctively snatch the grip of my police baton, whipping it up, seeking to drive it into his adam's apple as I let my weight pin him to the wall.

15:24 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I grunt in satisfaction as I feel my heavy weight landing on top of the stunned British copper, tiles covering him. I feel a huge shift suddenly and some tiles scatter as he lifts his knees beneath the heavy mass, preventing me from straddling his tile covered body and pinning him down.

But I simply slide off to his left, spinning round, driving my right knee down onto the mass of tiles that I judge to be covering his head, hoping to keep him partially pinned. There isn't much point in firing randomly through all the tiles, but my left hand darts down, and seizes my thick, heavy combat knife from my tactical belt. I wedge the blade in between the tiles covering his centre mass, and with a loud grunt, and a surge of my steel-hard Russian-strong Spetsnaz-forged muscle, drive the blade down. He's wearing tough body armour, but with enough muscle and weight behind it, and given the quality of my military-grade blade, I might manage to penetrate it and drive it home into his body.

15:46 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: “Fucking Fed,” I say as I see the cop grabbing for his baton and I grab his hand to keep it away from me. Putting my arm in front of my throat to ensure the pressure is bearable on my throat. “Argh,” I grunt as the baton hits my throat. But I’ve been hurt worse than this.

I kick out with one whole leg bringing it up between the cops legs trying to keep him off balance and slam into his balls as I bring the gun around again slamming it for a second time into his cheek drawing blood but the gun wasn’t designed for this type of battering and I hear a slight click of the magazine probably indicating that it had misaligned. Fine. I’ll find a different way to finish the fed off.

Something more painful.

15:46 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I grunt loudly as the knife stabs into my vest, it’s designed to stop bullets and knives but this is military grade weaponry and it’ll get through eventually.

My head is pinned by the guys weight at least that’s what I’m guessing it is and I feel the tip of the knife slide through and pierce my skin. I can feel blood starting to trickle and the heat of the blade.

Fuck this guy is good I think as i keep my hand around what I had gone for on my belt. Pepper spray. Oddly enough something I would never have used as a para. But it may be useful right now. As I just thrust my hand up through the tiles and keep the spray trigger pressed down releasing the irritating gas.

16:06 OfficerJasonFrank: I'm right in his fucking grill, and gotta say, he might be a fucking low life piece of scum sucking shit, but he's a handsome mother fucker. Damn good looking. But that thought is only fleeting, what's more surprising is the serious level of skill this assassin is packing. He gets his arm wedged in between my baton and his throat with hellacious precision and speed.

I grunt, trying to force it deeper into his throat, but his own strength is holding me off. Then, that fucking gun of his smashes into my cheek again. My body shudders, as more blood streams down my face, causing my grip on the baton to falter, my grip slips, and the baton drops down against his chest, as his arm keeps me from reapplying my strangle hold. I realize with a click that I was only one split second away from having my face blown off. I think his gun misfired. FUCK. Got to get him the fuck down.

I snarl, "You are gonna rot in prison, you fucking piece of shit." I suddenly sweep my right boot out behind his planted feet, trying to sweep his legs out as my free arm grabs the collar of his armored vest to pull the big bastard down to the ground.

16:06 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I grunt, focusing hard, my bicep bulging with power as I slowly drive the blade through his armour. It's top quality steel, honed to a razor edge. I feel a bit of give as the tip pierces the last layer, and bites into his skin. Then, suddenly, a hand shoots up from below the tiles, and lets loose a spray of something. I recognize it instantly, the fucking Copper has pepper spray!!

Luckily, it's not being directly unloaded in my face, but it's still pointed up towards my general head region. My eyes start to sting, and my lungs start to burn almost at once. I snarl, "Ты ублюдок!", reverting to Russian in my rage. With a final surge of my heavy muscle, I drive the blade in. It slides deeper into his body, driving in a bit more, but then the blade catches on his vest, and the burning in my eyes and lungs grows so fierce I have to pull back. I yank the blade free, hoping I fucking pierced something vital. I deliver a parting kick to his hand, looking to knock that fucking pepper spray out of play, as I back off. The last few inches of my blade are dripping with his blood as I stagger back to my feet. I take a few precious moments grabbing my canteen, and washing my eyes out, before turning back towards the British Copper, coughing violently.

16:21 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I feel the weight lifted off me, admittedly the pepper spray is out of my hands, but luckily this is British Army grade body armour and was at the strongest next to the vital organs although I can feel my black t-shirt covered in blood underneath. That’s a problem for another moment though. Worrying about cuts when there is a deadly attacker around isn’t exactly the right thing to do. I took a second though, however brief, to make sure I could still breathe.

My hand hurt slightly from the kick. But the russian’s precision had been lessened by the pepper spray at least otherwise that could have broken bones, it may have fractured a finger and I kick out from under the tiles as the Russian is washing his eyes out and I just charge at him at speed using my weight and weight of gear to push him off balance. I don’t waste words or actions. If I’d had a moment longer I’d have brought my rifle around to shoot him but it had been landed on in the fight and didn’t want it to misfire in this situation. as I hit into him I grab the arm with the knife so it can’t be used to stab my side.

16:21 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: “Fuck!” I growl with the deep Texas drawl as I didn’t get the outcome I’d expected as I slam with the weight of nearly 100lbs of gear onto the floor and my back spasms in pain. “FUCKING FUCKER.”

“I won’t fucking go to prison you fucking donut shagger,” I grab the knife from my boot and slash out in front of me three times Wildy. Not caring what or where I hit. Only to put a barrier between me and this fucking ten dollar an hour cop.

“I’m going to fucking slice the fuck out of you and then I’m going to fucking rape the shit out of you and then slice your fucking head off.”

16:40 OfficerJasonFrank: I sweep him successfully, and the heavy bastard falls on his back to the floor. I follow down after him, still wielding my baton. Lucky for me I was, since the crafty fucker pulls a knife from his boot and slashes at me. FUCK.

I adjust my descent, pulling back so that my knees slam into the ground on either side of his hips, and my baton is held out in front of me. The baton catches one slash with metallic TING, then the second slash is deflected again by a quick twist of my baton, but the third slash cuts into my forearm, leaving a deep, bloody gash. I gasp, dropping the baton involuntarily.

My free left hand shoots out to seize the wrist of his knife wielding right hand, my fingers expertly stabbing into the soft underside of his wrist to make him drop his blade. My bleeding right arm burns like fire, but it doesn't stop me from making it into a fist, and smashing it down towards his jaw. Rage and desperation power my assault, as I scream , "Fucker... when you are stuck in prison, the boys there are gonna rape your ass till you bleed."

16:40 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My vision is still a bit blurry when suddenly the copper rises out of the stack of tiles and barrels towards me. I whip my Glock towards him and fire, but the FUCKING BASTARD unloaded his pepper spray right near my weapon, it must have jammed it. I drop the useless weapon as he slams into me, seizing my knife arm. I can see the stab wound bleeding where I stuck him, but it doesn't look life-threatening, mores the fucking luck.

I stagger back, fighting to keep my balance, then suddenly, my elite Spetsnaz training kicks into gear, and I throw myself backwards, my free hand seizing the collar of his body armour. I tuck my legs in as I fall backwards, dragging him on top of me, planting my heavy combat boots into his abdomen, and catapult him head over heels, right over my head, looking to fucking smash his body, complete with all the weight of his gear, upside down against the wall behind me.

17:49 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I hit the wall with a large thump. I slump down against it all the wind taken out of me as that impact had been rough. I struggle to get up to my feet and slam back down to the floor.

I press the quick release on my gun and it falls away from me leaving my with the gear on my belt but the gun which had caught in the masonry falls away and gives me the weight reduction I need to be able to get to my feet.

I grab my knife from my boot and put it in my hand in a combat stance looking at him as I look at the blood in his hand as I pull my knife away.

I look at the stance you’re in and know where you’re from and where you’ve trained. I need to stop thinking like I’m a policeman.

I look at you. “Looks like your mate is going to be arrested over there. You can save him or you can fight me. I eat fucking spetsnaz for breakfast.” And then I smile and look at you despite the blood. “Ready to die for whatever fucking cause you have?”

17:49 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I feel my jaw on fire, but I’ve hurt him and I intend to hurt him a lot more as I grunt and my head slams back into the ground again causing blood to come from one of my ears.

My knife has been dropped so I take my other hand and roughly grab onto the arm with the knife wound and put my thumb into the wound at the same time pressing as hard as I can into the wound.

I’ve been trained for years by the army and even though this lump is hard. He’s not hard enough.

My cock is getting hard. This guy is brutal but hot as fuck. But cops tend to stay together as well as I smile. “Ivan will be buggering and killing your 5-0 buddy by now.”

I press the wound harder still and then kick out with my legs to bring the officer off balance.

19:56 OfficerJasonFrank: My fist lands sweet and true on this fucking scumbag assassin's jaw, and it really fucks him up, smashing his lifted head so hard to the floor that blood leaks out of his ear.

My other fist forces him to drop his knife, and my thick, powerful left arm starts to surge with power trying to pin his arm down as I pull back my bleeding right arm to smash his face gain, when suddenly that bastard contract killer seizes my sliced up forearm, and DRIVES his thumb into my wound. I scream out in shocked agony, a lighting bolt of searing pain knifing through my arm, paralyzing me for a moment.

He bucks hard with his legs, gloating about how Aaron is going to get done by his murderous companion. He throws me off him as I'm off balance, but this isn't my first rodeo, and I keep my focus, keep my calm, letting go of his knife hand with my left, and scooping up the blade as I'm thrown off the big fucker. Luckily, the act of being thrown off him allows me to scoop up his blade with my left as I roll.

My brain is on fire with the sickening pain in my right forearm, the knife wound ripped wide, and bleeding heavy from that bastard's sick thumb ripping it wide open. It's shaking, spasming, and I've lost a lot of the use of it. But, despite all that, I roll through, and up to my feet, the fucker's own blade held expertly in my left hand. I glance over at Aaron, and with a sick twist in my gut, realize that he wasn't lying. Aaron was in trouble, blood on his uniform. Keeping one eye on that bastard I'd just thrown down, I focus on my partner. I swore to have his back. I was not going to let him down. I turn towards the big fucker, and slash my stolen blade for the back of his neck, a killing blow, right where the body armour ends, but just as I strike, he surges forward, and I hit only air. FUCK

19:56 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My throw is executed with perfect Spetsnaz precision, and the copper smashes brutally into the wall upside down, dumping him down in a heap.

I twist on my back, get my boots under me, and kip up, my heavy, hard Spetsnaz muscle moving with the grace of a deadly, combat trained killer. I face him, my knife in hand, the British copper's own blood dripping down onto my hand from the top of my blade. I grin.

He's good though, FUCKING DAMN good. He recovers quickly, releasing his heavy assault weapon so he can maneuver more freely, then, he's facing me with his own blade, drawn smoothly from his boot. He goes to psych me out. But I'm fucking Spetsnaz. I don't fall for mind games, I play them myself. That throw hurt him, slowed him, along with that knife wound. I have him right where I want him. I chuckle.

"What, Matt? He can take care of himself. He doesn't need me. And you look like you might be choking a bit on this particular Spetsnaz. I don't fight for causes. I fight for money."

My left boot suddenly scrapes against the floor, throwing up a cloud of cement dust and pebbles towards the British Copper's face as I surge forward.

My left hand snaps out with power and precision, seeking to grab the wrist of his knife wielding right arm, as I slash my own blade brutally, savagely, down towards his thick, beefy left arm, looking to cut him up bad, finishing up with a hard, powerful driving right knee aimed directly for the pit of his guts. I know better than to go for the crotch, with its cup. Even though his abs are covered with body armour, there is still a tremendous amount of force behind my knee, and that force has to go somewhere... I'm gonna fucking eat HIM for breakfast.

I feel a whoosh behind me, tickling the hairs on my neck, but I can't focus on it, all my energy is focused on this fucking British copper. I gotta trust Matt to know his job.

20:10 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: And in order to concentrate on his colleague the cop turns his back on me which is exactly what I want. He’s concentrating on him and worrying about his buddy while I sit up and go behind my back into my gear and pull something out. I get up quietly just as he slices with the knife and I lunge forward bringing the cattle prod style taser around and slamming it into the small of his back. “Take this you fucking Fed.” I don’t let up on him. “I’m going to fucking rape you before I fucking kill you. My jaw is fucking killing me you fucking cunt.” I press the taser in harder and harder. “Yeah. Fucking feel this you fucking cunt.”

20:10 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I stumble backwards with the sand in my eyes but as I do this I slash my knife in front of me making sure that there’s some distance kept. So In the end the Russian blade cuts deeply into my arm as my blade does exactly the same into his. Not as deeply as he’s done to me but enough to draw blood. My arm is dripping and painful. Incredibly painful.

But the blow to the abs hurts. It’s not painful to the organs but it’s a dull throb that forces me backwards into the wall. Now my arm is dripping with blood as well as I slam back into the wall knocking plaster out.

But I’m still aware of my scenery as I fall down from the force of the blow but I grab on to one of the construction bricks as I fall, seemingly to break my fall. Now I just needed him to get a bit closer.

20:28 OfficerJasonFrank: I see movement out of the corner of my eye, as my knife slash misses the big fucker assaulting Aaron, but I wasn't unprepared. However, I underestimated exactly how fast that big fucker was, and before I could turn to face him completely, he rammed something into the small of my back. Suddenly, my nerves light up, and every muscle in my body starts shaking. The FUCKER had a cattle prod style taser baton stowed away. I drop to my knees, my muscles failing me. I've been tasered before, it's part of my training, but FUCK... a taser only lasts a few seconds normally, but this one goes on and on and on... some kind of military grade weapon no doubt.

And my training has a lot to say about what to do when the current stops... but there isn't fuck I can do while it's ongoing. I shake and shudder, the agony and searing pain building, my muscles locked in stasis from the savage weapon, totally fucking helpless until it stops. Images of my friend David flash in my brain. He really dumped me into the fucking thick of it this time. I hear this bastard bragging about how he'll rape me before he kills me, and somehow those words light a fire in my electrocuted brain... LIKE FUCK HE WILL. Gives me the will to endure... to wait for this to end.

20:28 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I grunt in savage pain. Even blinded, this Copper is fucking good. He slashes out with his blade expertly anticipating my attempt to seize his knife wrist, cutting a thin line of fire down the side of my left bicep and tricep.

Blood leaks down, and it hurts like fuck, but it is just pain. To be endured. It doesn't matter. What does matter is that my own blade cuts much deeper into his left arm, a thick, hard cut, doing serious damage. I grin.

He slams to the wall, then slumps down, stunned. I hold my knife low, and then I hear the unmistakable sound of a military-grade baton taser being discharged. I grin, "Hear that Copper? That's the sound of your donut-fucking partner being fried alive. He'll be dead soon, and nothing you can do can save him."

Hoping my words caused the distraction I needed to pull this off, I launch my right boot, quickly, suddenly, aiming it for his jaw, seeking to fucking kick his head like a football as the British Copper was slumped down on the ground, one hand on the ground, clutching something to break his fall.

20:53 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I smile as I continue pressing it into the New York Cop and bringing my other fist around slamming into his stomach, abs and sack. I’m enjoying the sound he’s making as I continue pressing it harder and harder. Ivan doesn’t need my help. I can enjoy myself.

The battery on the baton dies out and I throw it away as I quickly undo his tactical belt and open his trousers smiling at him. “Fuck yeah. This is my fucking payment. Raping a fucking bit of bacon.”

20:28 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I had hoped for his head if he’d gotten that close to stab me again, but this will have to do and I bring the large masonry brick around with every bit of force I can muster with my off-hand and slam it into his ankle and shin.

I then follow it up by kicking out with both my legs into his remaining leg to knock him down.

I snarl loudly. “I’m going to fucking kill you. And if that fucking American cop is injured ill fucking kill both of you.”

It was a little underscored by a grunt of pain as I try to stand up.

05:46 OfficerJasonFrank: My nerves are lighting up like a christmas tree, and suddenly, my head begins to shake and my eyes roll up, blood and spit dribble out of my mouth. I've never been subjected to such a prolonged, violent shock before, and my body is starting to savagely suffer. Every muscle aches and hurts like an abscessed tooth. Hot fire knifes through my brain, as I gurgle and bleed and drool. I drop to my knees, my legs boneless, unresponsive.

Then, I feel a heavy blow smash into my core abs like a fucking jackhammer, even through my heavy stab/bullet vest, the shock folds me up. Another blow slams into my crotch, but luckily my Police issue cup absorbs most of that blow.

Finally, the battery on that fucking baton dies out, and I slump in a shattered heap, muscles misfiring, blood and drool dribbling down me as though I were a brain damaged idiot. As the white hot fire starts to fade from my brain, I try and draw on my training to recover from a taser, but I'm finding it so fucking hard to focus. I don't think my training was meant to deal with this situation.

Helplessly, my muscles spastically twitching as I watch in horror and rage as that big, muscled assassin with a Southern accent unbuckles my tactical belt and opens up my trousers. He mentions raping me, and my face snarls as I look up at him. Fighting through the sense of paralysis and agony is the single hardest thing I've ever done. But never before have I been on a mission where so much is on the line. This dude, Aaron, I barely know him, but I know how much he means to David, and I'd do fucking anything for David. That means, by extension, I'll do anything for Aaron.

Something deep inside the morass of agony and pain flooding my brain clicks into place, and without even knowing how the fuck I manage it, I suddenly drive up to my feet in front of this would-be cop rapist, my muscles trembling, uncoordinated, but responding to my inner will none the less, driving my shaking left fist up in an uppercut aimed directly beneath this fucker's chin.

05:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Suddenly, as my boot is flying towards the British Cop’s ginger-bearded face, he swings his right hand holding something, and it smashes my leg away. FUCK... his reflexes caught me off guard. There is a dull, savage ache spreading through my right ankle and shin, throwing me off balance, followed a moment later by a pair of heavy police boots knocking my one standing leg out from under me, sending me smashing down onto my back. I take the fall with the grace of an elite Spetsnaz, keeping my wind from getting knocked out of me.

I snarl, "Tough words from a man I plan to rape and kill, along with your precious General." I focus on that grunt of pain as he tries to stand up, striking out savagely with my left boot, driving the hard sole of my combat boot like a fucking sledgehammer right into the Cop’s knee cap as he tries to stand.

I roll to the side after delivering that brutal fucking kick, and rise up to my feet, knife in hand, still dripping with the Brit’s blood, in a battle stance, facing him, my left arm scored, bleeding, my right ankle and shin throbbing, aching brutally from his assault, but I'm a fucking Spetsnaz, and there is no way a donut eating mall cop is gonna stop me.

09:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I roll to the opposite side as the kick slams into me and I hobble to my feet as well grabbing my own knife and looking at the big bald Russian, both of us bleeding, and both of us with one good leg and one leg that was barely working now. The yellow of my uniform covered in blood as I smile despite the pain I'm in.

I toss my knife from one hand to the other, catching it neatly, back and forth, a game of intimidation.

Playing for time, allowing my leg to recover even slightly from that wicked kick while considering my next move. I see movement out of the corner of my eye. "Looks like the NYPD guy is getting the better of your army buddy."

"Think about it, is the money worth the fact that I may cut your throat and leave you to die... You thinking... oh a cop wouldn't do that... Wasn't always a fucking cop, imagine what I did before, if I've fought guys like you before."

"Lets just say my regiment was just as fucking elite."

20:53 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I'd barely removed his belt and trousers, I was just in the middle of unzipping my own combat trousers, I hadn't even managed to get my own cock out, I wanted to humiliate him - and there was no way I was expecting the NYPD Cop to get up so quickly as I slam back into the ground, my jaw on fire, my head hitting back onto the floor and dropping me senseless for a few seconds.

But I can still see his outline as he starts to stand up and I'd removed his belt and trousers so there was at least one undefended place not covered by the padding of those trousers, it's not as hard as I could do, but I slam a massive boot upward right into his sack.

09:50 OfficerJasonFrank: My fist lands solidly on the underside of his chin, snapping that handsome bastard's head back, driving him hard to the ground. I struggle up, fighting to keep my balance, every muscle screaming in agony from the aftermath of that stun baton.

My right arm, savagely wounded, hangs almost uselessly, dripping a steady stream of blood. I'd dropped my blade when I'd been tasered. I take a precious few seconds to check on Aaron, he's holding his own, him and that big bald fucker in a stand off. I turn back, reaching towards my belt, only to realize that the fucking bastard had stripped me of my tactical belt.

There it was, lying on the ground, but before I could reach it, his boot smashed up into my undefended crotch, that steel toe crunching up into my babymakers. My mouth opened in a silent scream. I'd been hit harder, but I wasn't recovered yet from that baton, and the fucking agony knifed through my guts like a roiling river of fire. I fell forward, once more back to my knees beside that tough bastard, fighting the growing urge to puke.

But that fiery determination, my sense of duty and discipline wouldn't let me give up. I kept fighting.

My left hand reached out as I gasped, and scooped up a handful of concrete dust and grit, and I threw it right in his face, before tossing myself on top of the big fucker's chest, all the heavy weight of my gear, about 100 pounds, adding to the impact as I landed on top of him.

05:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I face off with this tough bastard. And looking him over real good now, I'm willing to admit he's more than just a donut-swilling copper. I might plan on killing the bastard, but that doesn't keep me from respecting him and what he's capable of.

He must be former Special Forces. They don't teach your ordinary Coppers the kinds of technique, fortitude, or skill this bastard has shown me. Royal Marine? Or Para maybe? I smile as I circle in closer, my leg throbbing, my arm throbbing, but as bad as I am, I reckon he is worse off, stabbed in the torso, that left arm deeply cut, that right knee even more fucked than my leg.

And then, when he starts speaking and grinning, my own grin answers his. My grin is part respect, part lust, and all business. I ignore the obvious attempt to get me to look over at Matt. He can take care of himself, or not. Either way, I won't be diverted, and will deal with the consequences. My grin grows broader as he confirms my suspicions about his special forces background. This was going to be a challenge. I answer his mind games with some of my own.

"Think about it fucker, what is your life worth? Surrender now, and I swear on my honor, from one Special Forces man to another, I will spare your life."

I'm holding every single muscle relaxed, ready for violence, and then, I have my opportunity to act. My timing is precise and perfect, I wait as the ginger-bearded hard copper tosses the blade from one hand to the other, and explode into savage violence in the split second after the blade leaves his right hand, but before he can catch it in his left, surging forth with an explosion of muscle from my good left leg.

My heavy weight smashes into him in that split second gap, causing his blade to tumble out of the fight. My left elbow raises, and slices towards his jaw, looking to deliver a crippling elbow strike to that ginger jaw.

And my right arm, still firmly holding my combat knife, drives the blade towards the middle of his blood-stained yellow body armour, focusing deliberately on the impact point of the bullet that I fired at him early in the battle. The body armour will be weakest there, after stopping the bullet.

10:03 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: The air is knocked out of me again, but I can see the same has happened to that New York cop, but I'm running out of ideas now for dealing with him and I resort to slamming my fist into his face, but being on the bottom, they are weaker punches than I may have normally done.

Fuck he was hot, right now I wanted nothing more than to be raping his arse, in that uniform, proving that cops are nothing, they shouldn't have arrested me all those years ago, shouldn't have sent me to jail before I joined the army.

I slam my fist into his face again, my eyes still blinded from the dust.

09:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: The blow connects to my jaw staggering me backward, and it's getting a bit more difficult to think, I'm going to have to deal with this quickly before I run out of juice to be able to fight with, as this is a lot more brutal than even I was used to.

I slam into the wall again, which broke more plaster away, with a cop shaped hole in it, and I see the knife coming towards me and I figure that the way he’s holding it will be balanced assuming I'm going to either move or try and push him away and I make a very stupid, or very good decision, and instead I put my hand out and pull his arm towards me, admittedly stabbing myself a little bit harder, but more likely to take him off balance.

I feel the knife stabbing in again as it had done when I was under the tiles and more blood was streaming through, but I hold on to the knife arm tightly as my two boots go between his well balanced feet in a good combat stance, and I abruptly seperate my boots outward between his legs forcing his legs apart roughly abruptly and brutally so they can't keep purchase on the dusty dirty floor, making the Russian fighter do the splits and taking him off balance as my boot then slams right into his cock and balls as hard as I can, and while still holding the knife arm I push backwards with him now off balance, so we both fall to the floor as we have done before but me on top for the first time.

10:35 OfficerJasonFrank: As I land on top of the big bastard, fighting to focus through the pain, a fist smashes into my face. Not as hard as normal, but hard enough to stun me.

I groan, more blood dripping out of my abused jaw. Then, another fist smashed into my jaw, on the back of the first, and I went limp for a second, eyes crossing, a steady stream of blood leaking out of my mouth to drip on this sick perverted bastard beneath me. Exhaustion is starting to takes it's toll along with blood loss, but the fucking asswipe is still blinded. I've got to finish him, now, before he gets the upper hand and my tank runs dry.

I'm in bad shape, and I'm fighting only on pure fumes now. Grunting, I drop down on top of the fucker. With a scream of agony, I force my sliced right arm under the back of his neck, as I fight to wedge my thick, meaty left forearm in front of his throat, seeking to lock this sadistic mother fucker in a front face blood choke.

05:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My elbow smashes his jaw with brutal force, sending him staggering back, embedding himself partially in the plaster from the force. I drive my right blade home, when suddenly, to my shock, the fucking ginger haired Copper GRABS my wrist, and pulls it towards him!!!

I stagger, losing my balance from the unexpected maneuver, even as my blade pierces through the damaged body armour, starting to sink into the Copper's abdominal wall. I fight hard to re-establish my balance, but before I do, he slides his boots between my stance, and spread them, destroying my base. FUCK.

I start to do the splits, hanging on to the knife partially impaling the Copper, when suddenly his boot smashes up into my crotch, FUCKKKKKKKKKKk…

The heavy material of my combat-grade trousers absorbs a lot of the force, but not enough to keep my balls from turning to liquid fire. I double up, his hand not letting go of my knife arm, as I keep my grip on that blade sticking out of his core, the room spinning slightly. Then, he pushes me backwards with his grip on my knife hand, and I tumble backwards, unable to resist, too busy fighting the urge to get my churning ball pain under control.

But even as he throws me down, my face breaks out into a sick grin. My left arm shoots up, and seizes his right arm, keeping him from using that hand to cushion his fall. Then, as I'm falling, I release my grip on the blade embedded partially in his abdominal muscles. With a twist of my wrist, I seize his left wrist just as you have a grip on mine, and I pull that arm away from the knife with a savage surge of power. As my hands grapple and fight with his, he has nothing to stop his fall. I tense my core, and grunt as his body slams down into mine, the hilt of my blade driving into my tightened abs, with his own body weight, and the body weight of all his gear as well, impaling himself on my blade, starting to sink the savage combat dagger up to the hilt inside the British Copper’s muscled torso. I snarl, "Die, you fucker."

10:53 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I try to get out of this now, but I'm pinned down and can't, I try to punch his nuts to get him to drop me, but it barely lands as I go limp in his arms.

09:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I grunt in pain, as I feel the knife inside me, it's not gone through any immediate vital organs, but it was deep, and the blood loss would cause a problem, but the blood loss was lessened by the fact that the knife was still in the wound. The hilt was stopped from going any further by the body armour itself and it was keeping it fairly straight on, but the pain was tremendous.

I'm now in full Para mode, and it's kill or die and I slam my forehead down onto his face. I lift my head up and do the same again... and again... as blood starts to stream from both our noses, and I slam my knee down onto his sack again as hard as I can.

Right now, the only thing stopping me from bleeding out is the fact that the knife is still inside me. But I need a hand free which I don't have yet. I bring my knee up again, slightly, not enough for the Russian to get his leg free to push me off though and slammed it into those balls one more time as I headbut him again before my bloody face leans down and bites the side of his ear and I rip that away spitting it at him.

It's clear that one of us is not going to walk away from this.

11:21 Commando_Ivan_Usov: The fucker on top of me goes totally and completely apeshit on me as that blade sinks deep into his muscled torso, but I can feel it snagging on the body armour, keeping it from completely impaling him. FUCK. I wanted to see the tip of that blade piercing out through his back.

As I grapple with his arms, he bashes his head down into my face, over and over again, FUCKER FUCKER FUCKKKK. My nose breaks at some point, and blood is streaming down my face, but those headbutts are hurting him as much as me, and he's not the one with a fucking blade sticking out of his guts. He brings his knee up, then, and he's going for my fucking nuts, but he's not leaving enough space for me to get my leg free.

I twist, and shift my hips and quads beneath him, adjusting and confusing his aim, so his knee strikes don't get full on blows to my groin. Pain is knifing through my guts, churning from having my balls tagged, and my head is spinning from the multiple head butts, but I'm Spetsnaz. Pain is our friend. And I shift into another level of combat, recognizing that this is now totally life or death.

The wounded Special Forces man latches onto the side of my ear with his teeth, ripping and tearing until a chunk is torn away, more pain lancing through my brain. But I'm in the zone now, not avoiding the pain, but welcoming it like an old friend. All my senses are heightened, and I become aware of my grip on his left arm. The arm I cut deeply and savagely with my blade earlier in the fight. My right arm is whole and strong, and that is the opening I need.

With a bloody roar, our mixed blood streaming down my face, my ear torn, my right bicep surges with savage, incredible strength, overpowering that deeply wounded left arm, forcing that arm up behind his back in a hammerlock. That gives me the opening I need, to buck my hips to his left, flipping him over onto your back, with me on top, and his arm now trapped behind his back.

With a roar I pull my knee, and pin his left shoulder down, keeping that arm trapped. My left arm continues to struggle with his right, to keep it out of play. Then, my right arm reaches down, in front of me, grabs the hilt of my knife sticking up out of his guts, and yanks it free triumphantly. It's dripping with his blood, and I'm about to stab it down into his fucking face when suddenly every nerve I've got lights up. I realize dumbly as I drop the blade, my vision starting to dance that I've just been fucking tasered.

But... my skin is in contact with his, through my grip on his hand, and the taser affects the British Cop as much as me, giving us both a savage fucking shock.

Then suddenly, a boot slams into the side of my head as the taser stops, and I roll several feet away, twitching, and fighting to regain control. FUCK.

10:35 OfficerJasonFrank: I get my front face sleeper choke locked in tight, even as I hear sounds of heavy fighting beside me. GOT to fucking finish this... now.... I grunt, and with a surge of heavy muscle, I get the sleeper locked on for maximum impact.

I feel this man go limp beneath me, and I let him go, time to worry about him later, I stagger up, turning aside to vomit a mixture of bile and blood, I don't feel so well. My right arm is dripping with blood and my jaw is fucked, as I turn, and my eyes go wide as I see the bald fucker flip Aaron over onto his back, and what's worse, I catch sight of that blade protruding from his guts. There is tons of blood on both of the fighters.

I stagger over to my tactical belt, searching for a weapon, and grab my taser. Raising it, I fire, and the prongs shoot out, tagging the big bald man on top of Aaron, right in the side of his neck, below his bleeding, torn ear, just before he brings that blade down into Aaron's face. Both men start to spasm as they are in such close contact, he's got a tight grip on Aaron's right hand.

I stagger closer, and just as the cartridge for my taser is drained, I kick the big bald fucker in the side of his head, not a strong kick, but enough to get him off Aaron. I kneel down, to check Aaron out, that was a lot of fucking blood coming from that wound. I started to feel sick with fear for him.

11:36 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: The bigger problem I have now isn't the fact that my nerves are on fire from the taser, it's the fact that I'm now suffering from blood loss since the blade has been removed.

I move back slightly when I regain the use of my arm, looking rather worse for wear, and I grab the assault rifle than I'd taken off at the start of the fight, and in completely instinctual I clear the breach and reset the rifle as I turn and fire it in the direction of Ivan, but my aim is rather off compared to normal due to the fact that I'm in a bad position and my arm can barely hold the rifle.

I just hope that it drives them off. I want to kill the russian, which is taking liberties with the fact that I'm a British cop now and should be upholding the law rather than trying to murder someone.

10:53 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: My head and arm are killing me and the last thing I want is to end up in jail, and the second to last thing I want is to see me killed... but this time I hear the gunfire, and I get up and I grab Ivan pulling him behind cover.

I look at Ivan. "We have to go, they've got a fucking assault rifle, and we're fucked. Do you fucking understand, the money is fucking gone."

11:54 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Suddenly, as I start to stagger up, someone pulls me down behind cover, next to some more of those crates. My head is spinning, and I'm bleeding heavily, when suddenly a fucking assault rifle starts unloading against our makeshift cover. I look down at Matt, he's pretty beat up, but he's in better shape than I am.

Well, that's going to bring company. I listen to Matt, and I nod. As much as I wanted to kill that mother fucking piece of British Special Forces shit and his donut-swilling partner, as much as I wanted that 5 million, it was too risky now. The noise of an assault rifle firing was gonna bring reinforcements too quickly for my good. I cursed, "You are right Matt. FUCKKKKKKKKkk. Derek is going to be so pissed. WHY THE FUCK couldn't you manage to take out that other one? I nearly fucking had that Brit, if hadn't been for you lying down on the job." I was pissed, but now was not the time.

Since we'd already gone loud, I'd add something more to cover our tracks. I select two grenades, and throw one directly over the cover towards where the two Coppers were, then the other, I toss between us and the Coppers.

I gesture at Matt, and we protect our vision and hearing as a flashbang goes off right near the two coppers, then the smoke grenade detonates, releasing a thick cloud of vapor. Time to go. I take off at speed, gritting my teeth as every step causes my right leg to throb in pain, and just before I reach the stairwell, I pull the fire alarm, to add more confusion to the hotel, allowing us to escape under the cover of the blaring fire alarm.

10:35 OfficerJasonFrank: I look up, trying to decide how to deal with the big bald fucker, but Aaron is one step ahead of me, grabbing his assault rifle, and firing at the big fucker, but the other one, the man I had knocked out was up again, and pulled Ivan to cover. I let Aaron deal with keeping them off us, as I checked out that wound. His shirt and body armour was totally soaked in blood, and there was no sign of it stopping soon. We needed to get him to a fucking medic, NOW. Then, suddenly, as I was examining the wound, my whole world became filled with a bright white light, and a knifing sound cut through my head like a sword. I can't see, can't hear, and fall beside Aaron, clutching my ears and writhing in agony. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT??? Slowly, my vision returns, and a loud ringing starts reverberating in my head.

Blurrily, I catch sight of a thick red cloud of gas. I sit up, and check on Aaron, there's some blood dribbling out of my ears, and I still can't hear worth shit. I belatedly realize that someone had just tossed a fucking flashbang at us. So... that's what a flashbang feels like point blank. I look stupidly at Aaron. I shout at him, "I'VE GOT TO GET HELP BEFORE YOU BLEED OUT. STAY AWAKE AARON. WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU DO, STAY FUCKING AWAKE, YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?" I wasn't going to lose him. No FUCKING way.

12:04 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: The flashbang disorientates me as I wasn't expecting it, but I lie down on the floor to allow the ringing in his head to clear, but I look at the other officer, and shake my head and hand over the assault rifle. "Get the General to the car, then come back for me. Mission first... everything else secondary."

I lean over into my vest and pull out a syringe and inject myself with painkillers into my side, I scan around. "Toolbox," I nod towards the corner of the room. "Get me some superglue, lift my vest... superglue the wound, then press my shirt and vest down on it to compress while it sticks," I say through gritted teeth.

"Army medical trick."

"Hurry..." I grunt. "There's a medical kit in my suitcase in my room... can fix properly." I smile at the officer, fuck he was hot in this state... he was probably hot even when not delerious.

10:53 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I grab Ivan and look at him defiantly, "What do you mean you nearly had him, look at you, you fucking Russian meathead, I'm a fucking gun man not fucking muscle, that's your job and you couldn't fucking do it."

"Lets get to the fucking safe house, figure out what we're going to fucking tell Derek." I say as I follow you, just as eager as you are to get the blame onto the other person.

My arm is hurting but I'm in better state than Ivan but I don't help, the more in pain you were the better in my eyes, you failed... I was ignoring the fact that the donut eating New York guy beat me.

12:20 OfficerJasonFrank: My hearing slowly starts to come back, enough that I could just make out what Aaron was saying. I stagger to my feet, still feeling dazed, not arguing. Fuck... Aaron Mitchell was one hell of a tough sonofabitch. I was leaving my own blood trail, from the damage to my jaw and that savage wound on my right arm, but there was Aaron, stabbed and bleeding out, yet acting as fucking cool as a cucumber.

My cock started to stiffen despite the pain I was in. Aaron was all man. Hard, hot, tough, and I found him so fucking sexy I would have had to go find a toilet to wank in if this wasn't a life and death situation. I could see what David saw in the big tough Para. I grab the toolbox, left behind by one of the workers, and stagger back beside Aaron.

Focusing hard now, I follow Aaron's instructions, pushing that vest up, wincing at the amount of blood everywhere. I quickly mop up the worst of the blood, then apply liberal amounts of superglue. I press down on the ruins of his shirt and body armour, feeling the strength in his body despite the wound.

I grin down at him, "Want me to kiss it and make it better?" Somehow, I find that whole notion so fucking hilarious. I laugh at my own joke, keeping the pressure steady on his wound. I look down into his face, fuck. He was a handsome ginger dog, and those eyes... fuck.

12:30 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I wince as the pressure is put on the wound as I look up at the cop and smile. "Looks like you need your arm kissing better as well, I'm just not into kissing bits of the body where I can see tendons."

I wince, "Press harder. Need to seal it." I look in a lot of pain but it could have been far worse.

"I meant to tell you ... in that meeting earlier ... you're fucking hot. When I'm more conscious, I'll take that kiss."

I put one arm over my plate. "Your arm needs seeing to... but get the General out and then come back for me.. Take the rifle."

"Finish the mission, Officer."

13:01 OfficerJasonFrank: I glance down at my arm, as it's still bleeding pretty heavily. I shrug, "I'll get it seen to in a bit." I press down harder on Aaron’s abdomen, trying to be careful not to exacerbate the injury, but we need to stop that bleeding.

Suddenly, my face turns beet red as he just fucking blurts it out right in the open. I stammer, "Well fuck Aaron ... damn... you are one of the sexiest fuckers I've laid my eyes on in a long time, even if you are a Limey." Finally, I can tell the glue has set.

I nod, and grab the assault rifle. "I'll be back for that kiss Aaron, and a whole lot fucking more. I'll send someone up on the way down. "

I head to the elevator, open the doors, though in my state, it's a lot fucking harder than it was before. I grab the general, explain the situation, and together we pass Aaron again. I flash him a grin, and lead the general to the stairwell, breaking the lock and heading down. I pass some hotel staff on the way, and send them up to Aaron, before getting the General to safety. The General orders me to get back to Aaron and I nod.

I reach him again just as a team of medics arrive with a stretcher.

13:08 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I lay back after he’s gone, glad he can't see the hard on I have now thinking about the kiss that I'll be having later with him.

I put my head back on the ground waiting, doing what you should do at times like this, keeping calm and not moving.

When the stretcher guys arrive I smile at them. "You should have seen the other guy."

13:21 OfficerJasonFrank: I hurry back, just in time to slide in at Aaron’s side as he is loaded onto the stretcher. I insist on accompanying him to the hospital. I sit in the ambulance with the hot British Cop, and the medics disinfect and suture up the cut on my arm.

We get to the hospital, and they take him into the emergency room. I try to inisist on joining him, but they make me wait outside. Hours pass, and I sleep, and wake up, get some food, then grab some more sleep. My mouth stops bleeding, someone tends to it. Finally, the doctor comes out, glances at me, "Officer..." He looks at my badge, "Officer Frank. We've finished with PC Aaron Mitchell. That was quick thinking, using the superglue. Luckily, the wound, though deep, was superficial, the blade missed penetrating any major organs. He'll be fine. The wait was mostly due to the blood transfusion he needed. We are ready to discharge him. He's already dressed in his uniform. Go on in." I step in, and see Aaron standing again, still wearing his blood soaked uniform. I grinned at him, well, he didn't have anything else to wear.

I look him up and over, shaking my head. "Damn.... You look like shit. But ... hot shit." I grin. "I hear you are getting discharged already. Why don't you come back to my apartment tonight?"

13:28 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I smile. "Only half the blood is mine," I say looking at Jason. "You also look bad... but also good at the same time."

"I could go to your apartment, or I can go to my really shit hotel."

"Your apartment sounds a lot better," I look you up and down and stretch my arm and instantly regret it. "Thanks for the taser save by the way... next time can you wait till he's not holding on to me."

But there's no malice in my voice as I look at you. "I hope you'll have something to eat at your apartment," I say either hungrily or suggestively... it could really be either.

"You did good today, I'm really lucky I didn't bring the box of donuts to wind you up about stereotypes aren't I."

I look down at my uniform. "Got nothing else to wear, hopefully it won't bother you."

13:42 OfficerJasonFrank: I laugh at the first words out of his mouth.

"Then, it's my apartment, pal. I'll see to it that your ... appetite gets satisfied."

"Next time I can wait until he's driven that pigsticker of his into your face, you mean?" My eyes are flashing, but behind the humour is the grim memory of that blade starting to descend for Aaron’s face. I was only just in time with the trigger.

But then, Aaron’s final statement pushes me over the edge, and I double up, laughing and holding my aching body, until I control myself and get right in his face. I flex my left bicep, and shove it right in his face. The muscle is thick, tattoed, and hard as steel. I grin, my eyes flashing as I look him straight in those amazing eyes, "No donuts here pal."

I look at his uniform, "That uniform Aaron, it belongs on you, just as mine does on me. Let's go."

I hail a taxicab outside the hospital, and we quickly reach my apartment. It's late evening by now, and rush hour is past, no traffic. I let us in and lead him into the living room. I ache all over, my arm, my jaw, but overriding all that pain is a fucking surge of pure lust and something more than lust. Aaron is one of the toughest son of bitches I've ever met. He rivals David, my long time fuck buddy, in that category.

The need to get close and personal with him surges in me. And I'm not one to get all pussy footed about what I want. We'd already made it clear what we both wanted. I come up behind him, grab his shoulder, and gently push him against the wall, my hand tracing the medals on Aaron’s uniform, his warrant card, then tracing the bruise on the side of his jaw before latching my aching, hurting mouth onto Aaron’s ginger framed mouth, and drowning out the pain with a hard, satisfying man kiss on this tough as nails para turned PC.

Published: 2021-06-26, viewed 46 times.