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Jungle Heat - Extraction Part 1
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10:11 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Observing the two prisoners last night was valuable information. It gave me plenty of insight on how to crack these bastards, using their personal relationship against them. Given his own experiences with Kyle, that was a distasteful approach to him. He much preferred the direct approach... but these two were special forces. Pain and brutality alone was unlikely to move them.

But I had a duty. The Brotherhood of Steel had been contracted to provide security. That included getting to the bottom of how the Marines and Rangers had found their secure facility. There had to be an operative embedded in the staff at the facility. And I was betting that these two would know who it was.

I had to find out. As quickly as possible. I dressed in combat boots, black fatigues, and a simple grey wife-beater style t-shirt, my tactical belt loaded out with his taser, knife, a bullwhip, my Glock, and a few other odds and ends that I’d found most effective in inflicting pain and suffering.

I went and found Watts, "Get geared up. I need your help with the interrogation. We are going to get started this morning. We are on a tight timeline here. I have a plan. It turns out that our two prisoners have an emotional attachment to each other. They were fucking around last night. We'll use that to break them. They have managed to break their zipties, so be ready to tase the American, I'll handle the Brit. I'll meet you outside their cell.``

As I walk up to the cell, I flip a switch, and a harsh, glaring spotlight beams down, angled into the cell. I raise my taser and unload it directly into the naked young Brit.

11:21 Marine_Paul_Collins: "I'm okay, I've slept in worse places..." but then he hears the sound of the cell door opening and becomes significantly more alert. He got to his feet, but before he could do anything two sharp prongs pierced his skin, and his entire body convulsed in pain and a few seconds later he blacked out, his nervous system just shutting down to protect him.

12:11 Watts: Watts wasn't into the psychological elements of torture, he far preferred the direct approach, and he really really liked the direct approach, it was more interesting to him.

But he followed instructions, as he walked in the room and saw the American also getting to his feet so he kicked him with his boots right in the stomach before shooting his own taser at him, leaving it on for longer than was necessary until there is a small smell of burning flesh, then he turned it off and ejected the taser cartridge.

10:11 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I held the taser on until the Marine blacked out, then kept it on longer, watching him twitch and spasm. I ejected the cartridge, then reached down and grabbed the Marine's hair, dragging his limp body up and slamming it hard into the wall. In the light, the manacles hanging from the wall are visible, along with two more manacles for the ankles bolted by heavy chains into the floor. There is another identical set of four manacles for a second prisoner, for the American.

I quickly lock the manacles around the Marine's wrists and ankles. Then, I walk over and grab the American by his hair, and give him the same treatment, both prisoners now chained against the wall.

I step back and wake Marine Collins up with a heavy kick to his bollocks, and a savage slap to his face. "Wake the fuck up you, piece of shit."

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: I barely get a chance to listen to Paul's response when the lights flare up. I grunt, the light stabbing my eyes, fighting to get up, moving in front of Paul to protect him, when suddenly my nerves turn to liquid fire. I start spasming and twitching uncontrollably, fighting to walk towards the bastard who was tasing me, but then I collapse, and everything goes black.

12:11 Watts: Watts grunted and picked up the American and attached him to the manacles, the American was limp and it was quite hard to get him in, eventually he held him up by the throat to attach the manacles, enjoying playing with him like a rag doll as Ivan attached the manacles to him.

"When you've finished, you should let me deal with them. I'd enjoy that," said Watts looking at the two of them.

11:21 Marine_Paul_Collins: He wasn't sure where he was for a second. He thought he was at home, back in the UK, but... then there was pain, "ARRRGH!" he shouted as he was woken up by a kick to the bollocks.

"What?" then he opened his eyes and saw Ivan. "Collins... Marine... 922517..." he said through deep breaths trying to control the main coursing through him.

10:11 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I step forward, and grab Collins under the chin, leaving the American to dangle. I grin over at Watts, "Impress me by how well you do here, and I'll give them both to you." I know Watts would love the chance to play with these two. They probably wouldn't survive the treatment, but once they had been broken, keeping them alive served no purpose.

I grunt into Collin's face, "I don't care about your fucking name or serial number. You are going to tell me who told you about the location of the Syndicate facility in the Congo, and why you came to pay us a visit. You might think you are tough. You might think you can hold out. But it's only a matter of time."

I look over at Roger, almost more interested in his reaction that the Marine's, as I step back, draw my Glock, and point it at the Marine's thigh, the inner thigh, awfully close to his bollocks. I pull the trigger and fire, the bullet rips through the young Marine's muscled inner thigh.

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: I shake my head out, groggily coming back too, my nerves on fire, my broken right arm giving me new fits of agony as I discover I'm now chained against the wall. My brain is fuzzy, not working well. But I turn over to look at Paul. And my guts freeze. That big fucking Russian is asking him about our mission... about ... the man we came to rescue, no doubt. Then, suddenly, shockingly, he shoots Paul, in the leg, near his balls.

I see white, and something in me snaps at the sight of the spray of blood as the bullet slams into Paul. I pull at the chains like a wild animal, screaming curses, "FUCKING SON OF A BITCH I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, I'LL FUCKING RIP YOU APART..."

11:21 Marine_Paul_Collins: "Collins... Marine..." I start to say again, but then the next thing I know I feel a burning pain in my leg, then a wetness, and then it hurts me as the bullet wound hits my nerves and I take a very deep breath, biting down on my cheek, biting down as hard as possible to stop myself making a noise, stop myself showing the pain that my leg was in."

It takes a couple of seconds though, before I take a breath and look at Ivan. "922517 Marine Collins."

I glance at Roger, trying not to show anything and shake my head slightly, don't get riled up, don't.

09:09 Watts: Watts smiled as the gunshot went into the Brit and he turned to his own countryman, flicking out his knife and pointing him at him. "Oh calm down, you're not getting out of those, you're not impressing anyone , Ranger, how the fuck are you going to do that, scream someone to death." He moved his knife closer to Roger's face, grabbing his throat and putting his knife next to his throat. "I can't wait until I can fuck you and kill you. You know that. Make you fucking beg, Ranger."

11:21 Marine_Paul_Collins: I glare at Watts. "Fucking play with someone your own size, you fucking American cunt...." I say through gritted teeth from the wound.

10:11 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I look over at Roger, grinning at his outburst. Good. Good. The marine is tough, just recites his serial number, rank, and name. I expected as much.

Time to step things up a notch. I reach down to my bullwhip and pull it out. My expression doesn't change, as I lift the whip, and snap it with expert speed and power, the tip of the whip cutting a line of fire down the middle of the Marine's torso, turning it red raw. I whip him again. And again. And again, and again. Five brutal and savage lashes, turning his chest and abs red raw, covered in welts and blood.

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: I catch the small shake of Paul's head. He's right. Can't let these fuckers work me up. It's just ... the sight of Paul getting hurt twists me up inside. I wish it was me they were torturing, not Paul.

I take a deep breath, and give a look of contempt at my 'countryman'. "Go fuck yourself, traitor. You are a disgrace to America and everything it stands for." The knife is suddenly next to my throat, and the look I give him is withering. "You going to play with that? Or use it? Go ahead then, cut my throat already. I'll never beg you. And I'm not afraid of you fucking me. Your dick is probably so small a pencil would give me a better fuck." Encouraged by how well Paul was holding up, I found my strength again. Together, we would get through this together.

11:21 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul took the first three lashes without crying out, but he couldn't help it on the fourth and fifth one, quite clearly in pain, it was something being trained to resist and ignore pain, but there was something very very different about experiencing it for the first time.

"Marine... Collins..." said Paul as the lashes ended, he wished he was dead. This pain was nothing like he was used to.

09:09 Watts: Watts smiled. "Fucking hell, is that what you've got childish insults, I was a fucking SEAL you cunt, nothing you can fucking say can fucking hurt me you prick."

He slammed the knife forward and jammed it between the broken arm and the shoulder blade, putting it in and twisting it

11:21 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul looked over at Roger, "FUCKING STOP THAT."

10:11 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I listened to the scream of agony from the Marine. He was tough. He was a Royal Marine, after all. But he was young. And attached to the Ranger.

If I had the time to do this the old fashioned way... but I didn't. I stepped forward then, re-sheathing my whip and grabbing Paul's chin in my grip. "My pal Watts over there was a Navy SEAL. You know their reputation. They are utterly ruthless, brutal and without mercy. You want him to stop hurting your Ranger buddy over there? Then tell me what I want to know. What was your mission... how did you know where our facility was." Watts knows how to play this game. And so do I. Even though I lost my appetite for this kind of game after Kyle... that didn't matter, I still had a duty. And I'd do it.

I grabbed his chin, turned his head, and forced him to look at his Ranger buddy, Watt's blade digging deep into the wounded Ranger's arm, blood spurting.

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger looks at Watts with even deeper contempt. "You are a fucking disgrace to your brother SEALS. And you know it. Do your worst, I'm not talking." Then suddenly, the blade is jammed into my upper arm, high up on the bicep, just above the break and below the joint.

The pain is sudden and savage, white hot like fire. He tries not to... He focuses every ounce of his will on staying silent. Falls back on his SERE training... his combat training... he remembered talking once with the First Sergeant... about pain... you don't fight it, you welcome it. As the blade started slicing his muscle fibres, digging deep into his bicep, he refused to fight it, refused to resist it. He glanced over at Paul, and his determination stiffened. He wouldn't. He'd be strong. Not for himself... but for Paul.

Won't ...
Make ...
A ...
Fucking ...
Sound...
Won't..
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Suddenly,he screamed... Shaking as the pain overwhelmed him, and blood spurted from the brutal wound the former SEAL was digging into his injured arm with his blade.

11:21 Marine_Paul_Collins: The pain was horrible, but I was watching them torture Roger, and I really liked him. I wish I'd told him, wish I'd said something before now.

I can see the knife digging in to him and I watch him, I can see he's not going to say anything, He is so fucking good at this, I know he's older than I am, and he's been in the Rangers for a couple of years longer than I've been in the marines... but he's fucking good at this.

Hearing him scream was like the knife going through me.

I look at him. "I don't know!" I say.... remembering the fact that sometimes giving useless or some information that didn't compromise the mission could be beneficial. "I'm just a Marine, a Private, I don't fucking get told all the details. I just do what I'm ordered."

"Please... let him go."

09:09 Watts: Watts smiled as the Ranger screamed. "Oh you are not so tough are you... and your boyfriend over there is spilling all the fucking beans... Why don't you fucking start talking as well, you little shit."

He twisted the knife again, painfully, "Pencil dick you said... more like fucking baseball bat."

10:11 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I look over at Paul, I can see how much Roger's pain is getting to him. The Ranger's scream in particular. He's close to this Ranger. I find this kind of psychological torture has lost it's luster for me, since Kyle. But now is not the time to get sentimental.

I listen to him. He's lying, of course. I'm sure of it. He might be just a Marine, but he was on a mission. The mission would have a goal. Even a private would know that goal.

I twist his face and make him look at me. "You were on a mission Marine. Your mission had a goal. Don't fucking lie to me. Every time you lie, it's going to get worse for your buddy over there. Watts, show our Marine here what happens to the Ranger when he lies."

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: The pain was shocking. I've never felt anything like it before in my life. My right arm was on fire, and the way the blood spurted from the wound, the way that SEAL dug into my fit, muscled arm with the blade made me deeply sick. But at the same time... I felt strong. I'd screamed... the pain was worse than anything I'd ever felt... but I could take it. To keep Paul safe, I could take it. I drew strength from that.

Paul could do this... I know he could. He could hold out. He was trying to mislead that fucking Russian. He knows how to play this. He's trained.

I lifted my head, between screams... I caught the former SEAL's eyes. And mustering what saliva I could in my parched throat, I spat in my torturers face, gasping, "Fuck ... you.... Might ... as ... well ... kill me.... I'm ... not ... talking..."

11:21 Marine_Paul_Collins: I look at Roger. I'd caused this, if I hadn't frozen we may be in a different position. But I had done, I hadn't killed anyone until that point... but I know.. I know I would be different next time, if there was a next time.

"I don't... I don't get involved in planning... I'm a medic. My job is to keep people alive..." I look over at Roger. "Stop that, please."

The knife continued to be twisted, small bits... small bits... "Okay... Okay... just stop... I really don't know how we knew were your facility was, our officer did but you killed him. I never knew."

09:09 Watts: I look over at Ivan as I pull my knife from his shoulder, the blood dripping down his arm and shoulder and I smile and grab the Ranger's cock instead. "Maybe the Brit would talk more if I was to cut this off."

10:11 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I smile at the Marine. It's not a very nice smile and my eyes are harder than steel as my grip on his throat and under his jaw tightens. "Well then, Marine Collins, if you are so certain that there is nothing you can tell me, nothing useful at all about your mission, or it's goal.. then that means you aren't of any use to us. I will simply let my pal Watts over there cut off Roger's cock."

The Marine was lying, I knew it. I was certain of it. I turn to Watts, "If you cut his cock off, he'll bleed out really fast. But ... if you heat the blade in a flame first, make it red hot, it will cauterize the wound instantly, so he can be alive to enjoy the agony. Maybe his screams will make our young Marine more talkative?" I bark into my radio, "Send a campstove to the prisoners's cell, right away."

I turn to Paul, gesturing over to Watts with a head motion. It was time to switch things up, while we waited for the camp stove to arrive.

It was true, the Ranger would bleed out if his cock was cut off... but even more to the point, giving our prisoners time to contemplate what was going to happen was even more valuable.

As well as giving us a chance to switch roles and see if Roger proved more talkative when he witnessed the agony his Paul was enduring.

"While we wait for the campstove to arrive, maybe you will remember something that you no doubt forgot to mention?" I reached down to my belt, and took out a bottle of hydrocholric acid and a small container of salt.

Casually, I unstoppered the acid, and splashed a generous amount on the young Marine's savagely red and raw torso, still bleeding from the whip lashes. I slipped on a pair of rubber gloves from my belt, then poured out a generous portion of salt and began to rub it into the young Marine's wounds.

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: My face was turning white from the constant, unending agony, when that SEAL bastard pulled it out suddenly. It was bleeding heavily... I hoped I would just bleed out and fall unconscious. This pain ... was soul destroying. It was wearing me down, making me into an animal. But I held onto two things, first, I'd be strong for Paul. Second, no fucking way in hell would I betray my Rangers, my Sergeant, or my Lieutenant. I'd die first. But it hurt so bad..

Then, that SEAL threatened to cut my cock off. My eyes went wide, and fear churned inside me. Holy shit... this fucker was a pyscho. But Paul had to know .. I wasn't afraid. It was a lie of course. i was terrified. I was about to possibly loose my manhood. I gave Paul a small shake, letting him know to stay strong.

Then Ivan made his threat about heating up the knife first. I felt sick... contemplating how much pain that would be. But I could take the pain. For Paul I could. Then he threw the acid and salt on Paul's raw, bleeding chest.

I wanted to cry... I wanted to scream and tell them to hurt me, not him. But I knew that would show weakness... I couldn't ... Oh fuck... I couldn't watch him hurt Paul. It was ripping me apart, even worse than the pain... even worse than the threat to cut my cock off with a searing hot knife.

11:21 Marine_Paul_Collins: This is possibly the most pain I've ever felt in my life. I don't know what was in the bottle but it was burning to fuck, it felt like it was eating through my skin, and then the salt came through..."

"Marine...." I get out before I can't handle it any more. I just start screaming in pain. It's getting to me, I want to tell him everything, but I know I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't say anything. But I want this to stop. I look over at Roger. I didn't want to disappoint him, I didn't want to seem weak...

I can feel myself crying, it's not even voluntary , it's just happening, as I look over at Roger. I don't want him hurt either.. fuck he's so much more experience at this than I am... I just want to be unconscious or dead right now, anything to stop the pain.

"FUCCCCCCCCK........." I scream again and again and again. This is worse than anything I imagined could happen to me.

09:09 Watts: Watts smiles at Ivan and then turns to Roger. "A hot knife through butter, or bollocks...." He took his hand and put it over Roger's cock starting to play with it. "This is going to be the last time you get to use this, going to get it nice and hard."

"It'll be just like slicing a sausage, right through...."

"But it can be all over... for both of you... tell us how you knew where the base was. What was your mission... Tell us these and we'll let you live for another day. Two questions, and we'll stop this ... for today..."

"We will stop hurting your friend... that acid will work its way to his nerves, the salt taking it through the skin and into the blood."

10:11 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I grab Paul's chin again, and force him to look at me as the acid and salt starts to get to work on him. I catch the look he darts over at his pal Roger, and then he starts screaming. The pain , I know, is unlike anything he'll ever have experienced before.

The screams go on and on. I reach down to my belt, and pull out a canteen of water, I unstopper it, and hold it over his chest and abs, red, raw, burning on fire. He starts to cry, and I know his will is nearly broken. I snarl at him, "I can wash the salt and acid away... or like my SEAL friend over there has said... I can let it burn straight into your nerves and then into your blood. You think this is as bad as the pain can get? It's not. Are you ready to talk?"

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: I'm gasping, the knifing agony in my shoulder making me sick, but between each gasp, I'm willing Paul to stay strong. Then he starts crying... and screaming...

And that fucking traitor starts telling me what's going to happen to my cock, playing with it, sending shivers of revulsion through my fit young muscle.

It's like a knife twisting in my soul. It's destroyiing me. I start to shake, and cry... the tears running down my face as I watch Paul's pain, it's breaking me... I can't ... can't let it go on.. but I won't. I refuse to give... I can't betray the Rangers... can't betray my beret. I ... oh Paul.

I look at the SEAL. Shaking in agony... not just physical, but emotional. Paul's screams are ripping my soul into shreds. I grunt out, "Please... kill me... please just kill me..." I can't ... can't ... give in. But... for Paul... to save his life, to stop his pain... could I... could I... NO... but for Paul... Oh god. I wish I were dead.

Then, a trooper arrives with a camp stove, and they turn the flames on after setting it up, and then they leave.

11:21 Marine_Paul_Collins: it's hard at this point to distinguish what was hurting more, Roger's pain or my own, "We were here..." I say through screams. "Make it stop... FUCKING HELL PLEASE MAKE IT STOP."

"Don't hurt him..." I can't talk, but I have to, I can't handle any more of this, and I'm not strong enough. This is hurting more than anything else, and now they're going to mutilate Roger.

I don't know what to do. My mind is in a hundred directions, but all of them are screaming right now in pain. "STOP IT PLEASE... STOP IT..."

The tears are running down my face now, I can't handle any more of it, I don't want them to hurt Roger. Plus they must have seen us last night, there's a camera in here, there has to be.. that's how they knew we'd been close last night.

"Please stop it.... please just kill me..." But Watts starts to heat the knife up in the camp fire as he continues to get Roger's cock hard ready to cut it off. I did love him... I really did... I look at him in pain, crying, and all I wanted to do was save him.

"Please... don't hurt him.... We... We came here to rescue our mole..." I wasn't going to say any more, but the pain coursing through me was cutting through everything. "I wasn't told his name... I wasn't... please you have to believe me..."

"I wasn't told, I didn't know what his name was... I really wasn't told... I mean it... An undercover guy... didn't know his name..." I wet myself now, unable to control it as the acid eats further into the skin. "Undercover SEAL" I scream. "PLEASE JUST KILL ME."

It had taken every single bit of willpower I had, every single bit to change the single important word in that sentence. 'SAS' changed for 'SEAL'.

07:10 Watts: Watts was heating up the knife when he heard SEAL and he looked up, he was the only SEAL here.

10:11 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I watched as Paul continued to scream and cry, the salt and acid burning into his chest, the pain of his friend Roger, and the threat as Watts heated up the blade in the flames.

I listened carefully to Paul's words as his fit young tortured body writhed in agony and tears. When he mentioned SEAL, I didn't react. Not right away.

But, I did pour the water from the canteen over his burning chest, washing away the acid and salt. It will still be hurting like a mother fucker, but not nearly as bad, and will stop the pain from growing.

In an instant though, my mind analyzed the possibility that he was telling the truth. Watts was one sadistic fucker, I'd known him for years. He was good at what he did. Could he be a mole? It wasn't impossible ... except for one thing.

If he was a mole, then he had a perfect opportunity to escape with the team of Rangers and Marines. He had been with me when we had captured these two. He could have killed me easily, then escaped with the Ranger and the Marine if he was a mole. So. Paul had lied. But it had been a very clever lie, and for a moment I had suspected Watts. He had come this close to breaking.... but pulled himself back at the last moment.

I stepped back, and motioned to Watts, "Let's take a break." I give him a reassuring nod, to let him know that I trust him. I call into the radio, "Send a medic to the torture cell, the American is bleeding out, and we aren't ready for him to die yet."

I leave the cell, then motion Watts to follow me.

I take him out of earshot, then put my hands on his shoulders... "Watts. I trust you. If you were a mole, and the Rangers and Marines were here to rescue you, you would have killed me when we were capturing these two and made your escape. Don't worry. We came this close to breaking them... one more session, and we'll have them. Let them stew for a bit, let them realize how hopeless their situation is. We'll come back in a few hours, and finish the job. Then, I'll let you have them. Threatening to cut off the Ranger's cock? That was inspired."

I turned and left, still deeply troubled. I hated this. Hated to use a soldier's affection for his brother soldier as a weapon. Kyle... Fuck. My experience with Kyle had changed me. Forever. Duty was hard. But I would do it.

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: I look at Paul with my face twisted into horror as I realize he's about to break... he's going to talk... And ... I'm ashamed. A part of me is glad. A part of me is happy that his pain will stop. Then, what he says... is fucking inspired. He names the mole ... as a SEAL. FUCK. What a way to sow dissension in the enemy ranks.

i became so proud of him my heart suddenly flipped 180 degrees, and then Ivan seemed to buy it and washed off the acid and salt from Paul, leaving us.

My shoulder was bleeding heavily, and I was feeling lightheaded with this gaping hole in my arm streaming blood. I looked over at Paul, tears still running down my face.. I gasped, "Together... we get through this together... fuck... I love you Paul." My head drops down to my chest, I'm feeling so tired. The pain... it doesn't stop. But I'm just glade that the fucking acid and salt eating into Paul had been washed off. That's all that mattered.

11:21 Marine_Paul_Collins: The pain is lessened, and that's bliss, the fact that it was lessened by itself was amazing, it's like I could work through it somehow, but sweat was dripping down my body and blood down my leg as I look at Roger and croak out quietly. "Camera... in... here... don't... say.."

I put my head forward leaning on the manacles, no chance of getting out of these.

"I love you... I should have said it ... Are... you... okay?" But my head falls forward in blissful unconsciousness before I hear any response.

16:46 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I woke up, after one of the best sleeps I've had in weeks. Somehow, I think the sex I had with Mark last night had more to do with it then not having to sleep in the steaming hell of a Jungle.

It was time to plan our mission, then execute it. I'd been given a free hand from the brass yesterday to conduct and plan this mission, and promised the full support of Mark's squad. First thing, I made a few calls back to the States, requesting and receiving the satellite imagery for the southeastern corner of Libya, near the Sudanese border. The base would be well-hidden, but there had to be something we could use to identify it's location.

I had the medics take a look at my shoulder after a quick breakfast. They told me it wasn't 100%, but I was cleared for duty. They also gave me some pep pills at my request, for a surge of energy in a tight spot. I pocketed them, let them bandage it up, and remove the bandages from the cut on my face, and stitch it up.

Then, I geared up, pulling on full desert camo patterned battle gear. I took Mark's knife with me, a back-holstered Glock in addition to one on my tactical belt, and a compliment of frag and flash bang grenades, a tool kit, and my trusty M4 Assault rifle. I pulled on my ceramic plated gloves, then strode out. We would plan, then we would go.

I walked into the tent we would use for our planning. I adjusted my beret, put my battle helmet on the table, and laid out the series of images covering the south eastern corner of Libya, near the Sudan border.

I was early, as I always liked to be. I took a few moments to breathe deep, and put myself into the zone. Putting aside my emotions, the pleasure of being with Mark and meeting Sam last night, the fear and angst of my men being captured, the grinding bitter taste of a failed mission yesterday. All of that was unimportant. Now, we had a mission to plan and execute.

10:11 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I woke up, ready. Last night my Sergeant had met with me and explained that I would be supporting Mark's squad for this mission. Mark had come through, I knew he would.

I geared myself out in my desert camo battle gear, checked my weapons, made sure each one was clean, well-oiled, and ready to go. Then, I checked my tactical belt, made sure I had a full complement of kit, grabbed my M16, two glocks, and two combat knives, one in my boot, and one over my heart. I loaded myself down with some C4, remote blasting caps, and a toolkit, along with a grappling hook. I was skilled with explosives, and I would be ready to use my skills.

I made my way to the tent for the mission planning, ready for action. I was a bit early, and to my surprise, I saw that the big over-muscled American Officer was there already. And he was kitted out like a squaddie, not an officer. What the fuck? Do the Americans actually send their officers out on the front lines? Crazy. Everyone knows officers can't be trusted with real danger.

He didn't even notice me, he was poring over some satellite images. I settled down, quiet, waiting for Mark and the rest of his squad.

11:19 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: Tommy was the first from Mark's troop to turn up. "Hey Sam... what did we have to do to get lumbered with you, did someone lose a bet or something?" he said as he came in and sat down and looked at the American.

"I would ask what we did to get lumbered with you as well, but I'm guessing being shot doesn't reach the American nervous system for three weeks, does it big guy."

He sat back and opened a Pepsi loudly as he waited for any of the rest of the guys to turn up. "Are we getting real here about whether we're just going to get Styles-y out of the base or getting the others out as well. I'm ... you know... thinking can't harm to not listen to the officers who say we're there for one reason and just do what we want."

"Plus... I've never been to fucking Libya and want to cross it off my big wall chart... if we can pop into Chad as well I wouldn't mind... I'm short of that one as well. Don't need to blow anyone up.. just drop in for a few minutes, say I've been there, then it can be ticked off the wall chart, like."

He was wearing full SAS Black combats from head to toe as the young guy sat there talking, two knives, two side arms, an M4 across his chest.

He pulled out a packet of peanuts and offered one to Sam. "Nut?"

08:59 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I look up as I hear a familiar voice.

I roll my eyes, it was the same Trooper that was on the chopper, and helped interrogate our guest. "Next time, I'll use your head for a meat shield, Tommy. It's solid bone, so it won't do you any harm." I had to admit, I liked the cheeky young trooper.

"We don't leave men behind. You know that." That's all I say on the subject.

"We can save our sightseeing tour until after we've got Jeremy, Roger, and Paul back safe. We might do a flyover of Chad on the way back, and push you out on the way. Might give us a few moments of peace." I chuckle.

10:11 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I look over as Tommy wanders iotent, my eyes nearly popping open as he laid into the Lieutenant. Despite Mark's best efforts, some of my upbringing is clinging around, and I'm a bit shocked at how casually he jokes with a Lieutenant, even an American one.

I can't help but start to chuckle just a bit, reaching out to take some of the peanuts, munching. Tommy gave fuck all about rank, but he got shit done. I liked him. "You know I'm here to keep you from looking weak Tommy, that's obvious ain't it? And ... black, in a desert? But then again, I guess we don't know yet where we are going to be fighting. Inside... or out."

11:19 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: Tommy looked over at Sam. "Red Troop like to look co-ordinated, not our fault that if there was an award for best looking Troop we'd win, I bet Blue Troop don't even have matching shoelaces."

"Brotherhood of Steel Compound in Libya, it's not going to be outside. Oh sorry... you're a bit behind on your information are you... you've not been practicing throwing people out of helicopters enough recently then."

"Why are you here anyway?"

He turned to the Lieutenant. "That's cool, just give me some warning to put my headphones on, have some good music on the way down."

11:19 Lcpl_Jamie_White: Another one of the SAS turned up next followed shortly by a third, a Corporal - both sat down next to Tommy. "Oh peanuts," said the shorter of the two picking one out of the Trooper's bag.

"Hey Sam.. didn't you get the dress code memo. On Thursday's we wear black. Doesn't Adam send around a dress code memo to you lost, shoddy fucking work if you ask me. Bet you don't even have matching shoelaces."

11:19 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "Done that joke already."

11:19 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: The taller guy sat down , he was also wearing identical kit to the other two and also took a peanut from Tommy before sitting down and looked at the American. "Are you inflatable.... You look like one of those blow up things people wear for stag nights with those muscles." He opened a can of Pepsi as well and sat back in a chair. "Either that or someone borrowed Captain America - hey... do you have a shield you throw."

12:11 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I follow in after the others had arrived wearing identical black kit and looked over at Sam. "Didn't Adam give you the message, on Thursday we wear Blacks."

11:19 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: "Done that joke."

12:11 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I sigh, "Shoelaces?"

11:19 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: "Done that as well."

12:11 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I shake my head and smile at David, I hadn't slept as well as him, I had wanted to see Sam last night, but Sam's Sergeant Adam Carter had managed to ruin that one nicely, but that was in the past and too late to worry about it now. And I'd turned up too late to wind Blue Troop up as well.

"Right, have the intelligence guys gotten us a bit better location than 'Libya meets Chad' because honestly that could be a few weeks of walking around finding fuck all." Probably time to move on to business.

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10:36 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I shake my head, grinning at Trooper Tommy, then turn back to the satellite images. The intelligence analysts have pretty much nailed it this time, in my opinion. There is an abandoned bunker near the Sudan border, so it's in the right place. And there are signs of recent activity in the area, to go by the vehicle tracks visible on the analyst's report.

I looked up, and realized that most of Mark's troop had filed in by now, and they were razzing Sam. Well, I'm sure he could take of himself, with the odd comment thrown my way.

One of the Corporals turned to me then, a tall one, good looking, definitely a handsome lad. "These muscles are real, I can demonstrate on your head if you like, but sadly Captain America couldn't make it today. He's busy giving your mommy a pity fuck."

Mark enters, stage right, and joins in, adding fuel to the fire. Luckily, no British officers will be along. Better that way, really.

I share a smile with Mark. Fuck, he looks good. I needed it last night. I suspected he needed it as well. I felt better knowing he'd be along for this. He was one helluva a fucking bad-ass.

Time for business. "Yes, we have a pretty good idea where we are headed. Our intelligence analysts have identified an abandoned bunker... " I quickly start to draw out a rough map of the south eastern corner of Libya, circling the site in red, "... that shows signs of recent activity. That's our target. If it turns out to be a dud, then we regroup. Finding Jeremy and returning him home is considered to be of the highest strategic importance. We also have two other men likely on site. Marine Paul Collins, and Private Roger Travers, captured during the failed attempt to rescue Sergeant Jeremy Styles. We do not leave men behind. We don't have a clear plan for getting into the facility, so we'll have to improvise. Rangers are good at that. So, as I've been told, are the SAS, but you'll have to convince me of it." I wink at Mark.

"Any questions?"

10:11 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Tommy starts giving me shit about my choice of combat gear. "Well, glad you lads had the memo about black being the in style these days. And you need me, you know you do, cause I can make things go boom without blowing myself up."

Mark's squad were good lads, good for a laugh, and all very easy on the eye, though I mostly only had eyes for Mark. They were fucking fun to be with though.

Mark entered and I smiled at him. Still frustrated that we didn't have a chance to fuck last night, but that's life. Important thing is I'll be with him today. Fuck Sergeant Carter. He really knew how to ruin a man's fun.

Then, I sat back as the big over-muscled American started laying out his plan. Emphasizing again the goals, get Jeremy out as well as Paul and Roger.

10:55 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I walked over to the table and looked at my troop and Sam. "Let me be clear for purposes of this if anyone officer like asks. We are there to get Styles back. Anything else is not the mission objective."

"If we find Styles, we take him back to the chopper in bubble fucking wrap and we get him out of there. That is the direct mission objective for the SAS. The Marine and the Ranger Private are not in the mission objective."

"If we find Styles first, we have been ordered to leave and return Styles here. We have no authority to remain in the base to conduct any further searches for anyone else."

"Therefore... and I'm pretty sure Styles will agree with me on this, when we get back home, Styles will always be the last person we find, just remember that, but we will be bringing all three people home with us."

11:19 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: "Got it, the posh bloke was in the last room we looked in."

11:19 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "I want to make it clear here that this base is a seemingly abandoned bunker, it's likely not as heavily defended as some of their facilities have been, but ... just in case ... this is a situation where overwhelming force is better than normal force."

11:19 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: "Excellent, I'll pick up the LSAM's then," He always did like using rocket launchers, just felt good firing them.

11:19 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "Borrow Blue Troops as well, sure Sam won't mind, and Adam won't know until he looks for them. I'm not joking, if you want to bring a backpack full of grenades I really don't fucking care. Tommy, Jamie you wouldn't have been around when Styles was, but I've known him for years. he's one of the best undercover guys I've met, when we find him give him a gun and don't fucking treat him like cotton wool."

"I also intend that building to not be standing when we leave, it's probably fortified, so bring a helicopter with some guns. We'll deal with it before we land."

"I have heard talk about 'airspace' and stuff... So we'll go in through Chad."

11:19 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: Tommy pumped his arm. "Fucking Yes."

11:19 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "In a Copter, it doesn't count..." he said to Tommy... "And then we'll take the helicopter over the border, Chad says we can, Libya won't know until we're gone and out of there."

"You don't have any questions that can't be asked on the way, so get any final bits of kit that you need to steal from Blue Troop and then fuck off and we'll meet you in the Helicopter."

"Mason... go and get colour co-ordinated so you don't stand out and get shot."

11:26 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I turn and give Mark a wry look as he walks up and begins giving his troopers their instructions, clearly a case of interpreting officer speak into trooper speak.

The bastard. But he was good, very good. I nod, Jeremy would of course be the last man we found. Absolutely. I also liked the idea of bringing enough heavy weapons to ensure that nothing is left standing. The fuckers had it coming. I can't help but speaking up, "Don't worry Tommy, just put your headphones on, and on the way back you can go skydiving. Without a chute. Over Chad. Give us some fucking peace."

"Just to add one final point to this briefing.. We have to land the copter well out of range of the bunker, so as not to alert them to our arrival, then approach on foot. When we factor in flight time and hike time, it will be late afternoon. We'll wait then, until dark, to conduct the strike under the cover of darkness. So bring night vision gear as well. After we have the prisoners safely in our custody, we'll fucking level the place."

As the men start to disperse and head out, I walk beside Mark, grinning at him. "Well done Sergeant. You sounded just like an officer. Keep it up.. soon you'll be one of us."

I reach the Helicopter, a heavily armed Apache, and jumped into the cabin. I take a deep breath as the troopers start to stream in. There was a red-hot burning ferocity churning inside my guts. A need to rescue my men. A need to make these fuckers pay.

10:11 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I sit back and listen as Mark lays out more details. "Got it Sergeant, I'll help Laurie borrow Blue Troop's rocket launchers. More boom is good."

I roll my eyes at Mark's final words, then head off, switching out my desert camo for solid black. I keep Sergeant Adam distracted while Laurie borrows one of our Troop's rocket launchers. Those are fucking good fun to use.

Then, I head out. I feel a sudden calm settling over me. The calm before the storm. We were going to unleash hell on those fuckers. I hop into the cabin, squatting down, ready for action.

11:35 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I get to the Apache first and get in and look at David. "You're not going to like the next sentence, but this is an SAS operation and I'm in command, you're not. I know you're an officer, but this is an SAS operation, and you are not in command of my men."

"And we do things my way. I don't think they'll be much different from your way, but I know what you're like, Styles IS our first priority, it's not our last .. but he is our first, sir."

I switch off the intercom and look at David. "We'll get your boy back, okay, but I know that look, I've seen it before. This isn't about killing as many of them as we can. This is about doing our job effectively and efficiently. No Cowboying... Cowboy."

"Agree, David?"

11:46 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I look over at Mark, my gaze impassive.

"These are your men, Mark. I get that. I'm not going to step on your toes. But this is a joint mission, and you aren't going to shove me into a corner and walk over me. This doesn't have anything to do with me being an Officer or not. You know that fucking well."

"I understand the mission goal. The brass hammered that into my head yesterday. I'm not going to ignore that. And I'm not going to indulge my lust for vengeance at the cost of this mission."

"I know my job, Mark. I know my duty. I'm a professional. And you are too. I don't need a fucking lecture about how to do my job."

I lock my gaze with Mark, my eyes hard as steel and uncompromising. "And neither do you."

11:52 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I look him in the eyes. "This is an SAS mission, I've had that made clear to ME, I've also had it made clear that the SAS brass didn't want you on the mission."

"I made it clear that I wanted you here. You think this is a fucking lecture then you're fucking wrong. This is me explaining how it is. I put my bollocks on the line to my brass to get you here. Because they wanted me to fuck off at 0200 without you and just get it done."

"You don't need a lecture, and I don't need a lecture. But I need to tell you how it is from my side. If you think I was ever shoving you in a fucking corner and walking over you, then I really misjudged our friendship."

12:07 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Suddenly, I start to grin. "Of course your brass told you that they didn't want me on this mission. Of course they told you this was an SAS mission. That's not the tune they were playing yesterday at the debriefing where my brass was in the same room as yours. But I'm not surprised they took a different tone with you. No doubt they would have sent you off and apologized to my superiors about the mixup that led to me being left behind."

I reach out my hand and grab Mark's shoulder. "This isn't about our friendship, I trust you Mark. I'd trust you with my life. Have before. Will again. I'm a bit pissed off at the way the Brass have been playing politics, sending out mixed messages. But that doesn't matter. We have a job to do. We know the job. I trust you, and you trust me, or you wouldn't have fought to keep me on. That's what matters. I'm not going to interfere with your authority over your men, and you are going to listen to me when I speak up. We are going to bring Jeremy back. We are going to bring back Roger and Paul. Deal?"

12:21 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "What... you mean like the time they told us to kill each other... in not so many words." He raised an eyebrow. "And yes of course they would."

"I always listen to you, we have identical mission objectives, the brass's mission objectives and mine aren't the same, you heard me tell the others." I say checking the microphone is off before adding. "You're just terrified I'd order you to lick my boots." I smiled at David, but before he can respond Laurie and Sam were arriving.

11:19 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: "Are we sure we've got enough room with his muscles," he made an exaggerated motion trying to get past David to sit down next to him. "You're like every time I get trapped in the middle seat between two massive units on Easy Jet."

11:19 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I smile at David. "Laurie, don't fucking complain, he's a fucking bigger target than you, you stand behind him, you can't be seen. Think of it like that."

11:19 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: Tommy followed after Laurie and Sam, jumping and sitting in strapping himself in and he threw across to the others, including David, packets of American Cheetos. "The yanks left these lying around in a locked box. Thought we could do with inflight snacks."

11:19 Lcpl_Jamie_White: Jamie was the last one in as he'd been loading the boxes into the back. "Move over, Blue Troop," he said to Sam, grabbing his in flight snack from Tommy.

The helicopter started to take off and Jamie looked out of the open side door to the ground then turned quickly to Sam and ripped off his Blue Troop patch and threw it out of the helicopter before the door closed. "Red Troop today, Sam..." he slammed a unit patch the same as his own onto Sam's body armour.

The Blue troop patch fell to the ground and landed neatly over a pile of rubbish, as if it had been aimed there by the Lance Corporal. He closed the door and sat back smiling.

"Tommy... what's on today."

11:19 Trooper_Tommy_Shaw: He took a spare headset from the side and attached it into his pocket, "In honour of having an American, I have selected American tunes," and across everyone's headsets Green Day started playing.

The SAS took their job seriously, but everything before and after they treated very very differently, it allowed the level of detachment on a mission, like a switch on and off.

"I've also brought Bruce Springsteen, Enimen and RuPaul... you know all the American icons."

12:46 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Suddenly, I start to laugh, feeling the tension between us dissipate. "I'll be licking your boots around the same time you lick mine, you bastard. Which we both know is never." I wink at him.

Then the other start to arrive, and Corporal Laurie gets fresh again, "You are just fucking jealous, twink boy. That's the problem with being British. You lads don't eat your wheaties." I flex my muscles just a bit as he goes by, even through my heavy battle gear, the effect is noticeable.

Tommy walks in, he always seems to be munching on something. And today it's those godawful fucking orange colored monstrosities that taste just about the opposite of cheese. "Cheetos? Seriously? ughhhhhhhhh" I shudder.

10:11 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I arrive with Laurie, stowing the extra weapons in the back as I find a seat inside the cabin. I eagerly grab a bag of cheetos from Laurie. I fucking love Cheetos. I rip a pack open, and start munching on the delicious little orange crispy puffs of heaven with gusto.

I look up at the American in shock as he groans with disgust. "Mate... there is something seriously wrong with you."

Then Jamie enters, and starts ribbing me again. Then, as the helicopter starts to lift, he actually rips my Blue Troop patch off and throws it out.

"Hey!! What the fuck???" Then, he slams a Red Troop patch in its place. "Of all the fucking cheek... Now everyone is gonna think I've got a demotion." I grin over at him.

Then, finally as the helicopter sped up, some decent tunes started to blare in over the headsets. I loved Green Day. Classic, the best of the USA. I sat back, letting go of what was coming.... just being here, now in the moment... as "It's the END of the world as we know it..." started rocking me. Fucking great song.

11:19 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I winced as Green Day started slamming into my brain. Torture. These fuckers were going to torture me with Cheetos and Green Day... and did he say RuPaul ... oh god, shoot me now. All the way from Uganda to Libya…

14:05 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: The helicopter landed and Mark got out, pointing in various directions to the rest of the troop. "Defensive perimeter 200 metres." He turned to Laurie. "They knew the Ranger and Marine teams were coming without them getting near the base, find out how, we don't want the same thing happening to us."

He turned to Tommy. "Everything out of the copter, take Jamie

He turned to Sam, "Binoculars and high point, see if you can see any signs of life."

He turned to David. "Tea and Cake for the officer?" said Mark, smiling. "We didn't bring silver teacups though, sorry." Then got more serious. "Can you help Laurie, they knew you were coming last time, your knowledge of that may help him find out how."

14:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: We land, and as Mark deploys his squad to secure the landing site. That suited me. I sure as hell didn't want our ride home to get trashed. It was a long walk.

I grin at Mark, "No thanks Mark, I'm a coffee man." I nod at Mark, "I was wondering what you made of that little mystery."

I joined up with Corporal Laurie. "It was a thick jungle, they had no line of sight, yet they knew exactly where our men were. They headed to them without any hesitation. There was no way they had anything like CCTV. That would require too many, spread over an area nearly a mile square, in thick Jungle. Maybe thermal imagers? But again, the equipment for those would be bulky, and expensive to saturate so much Jungle. I wondered this morning... could it be something buried underground?"

10:11 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The flight was uber relaxing, full of good tunes and great food, but it came to an end, and we leapt out into the desert. It was late afternoon, and I slipped into combat mode like flicking a switch, senses going hyper aware, scanning every inch of surroundings.

I made my way up to a rocky hilly close by, going carefully every step of the way. I wedged myself down, keeping a low profile, not making myself a target, and scanned the horizon with my field glasses. I honed in on the area where the abandoned bunker was at, and I found it after a bit of searching. It was about 4 miles distant. No signs of immediate activity, but I zoomed in on the highest magnification, and could see boot tracks, and a wide area where the dirt and sand had been blasted out in a circle, as though a helicopter had landed.

I radioed back to Mark, "I've found our spot. No one is moving around at the moment, but signs of recent activity. A helicopter has landed there in the past day or so."

11:19 Cpl_Laurie_Dow: "Seismic readings... similar to what is used to monitor for earthquakes, but they couldn't be anywhere near that sensitive, or every single tremor and animal would be able to set them off. You wouldn't need them everywhere though like Thermal Cameras as a mesh of them would cover a massive area because you'd have computers working out the force and distance from a mesh when the seismic readings came in."

"Okay that's tasty..."

"If that is the way then the only way to get to the location would be to....." he smiled. "Push someone out of a plane, you had it right with Tommy."

"It's an abandoned bunker... we take the helicopter up high so it's not noticed, 12,000 feet and then we jump from it and land on the roof. You couldn't put those sensors on the roof because ... a ... why would you... and b... it's not ground, walls have imperfections and concrete and mortar and stones which break up any patterns."

15:08 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I look at the Corporal, with a hefty amount of admiration in my gaze. "That's an excellent idea Laurie. I think you've nailed it. But one question... how many parachutes did we bring?"

15:53 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: 11:19 Cpl_Laurie_Dow:"We didn't bring any ourselves because we're not para's... we believe in NOT normally jumping out of fully serviceable aircraft, but an Apache has three parachutes, one for the pilot, one for the copilot and one for emergency use."

"So six of us, three parachutes, that's doable."

He pulled the molle links on the front of the vests... "we'll link them together with climbing gear, yeah it's going to take a couple of seconds when we get down to the ground to disconnect, but nothing a sharp knife can't deal with."

"Weight isn't a factor in parachute drops, you can drop a car from a fucking plane with a parachute and it'll land, it's all about size and air resistance... plus parachutes are rated for tandem jumps of 265 lbs per individual so a total of 530 lbs.. .as long as we don't put you and mark together you'll be fine... You can have Tommy, he's the smallest."

He had all those facts at his fingertips, obviously his background into the SAS came from one of the engineering regiments.

16:05 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: He was right of course, three parachutes was more than enough for the six of us. The straps could be easily improvised. And 12,000 feet was an easy jump. The Corporal was one well-trained, smart soldier. I'd expect nothing less from an SAS Commando.

I've leapt from far higher than that. "Sounds like we have our way to sneak up on them. We'll need to jump at night though. Wouldn't want anyone to choose just that moment to look up. Ever done a night jump? At least if I jump with Tommy, I won't have to worry about listening to him. Might be one of the few things that could shut him up." I grin.

I turn and head back towards Mark. "I think your lad here has found us the perfect solution, Mark."

12:11 Marine_Paul_Collins: He was so tired now, attached to the wall as he was, the burning in his chest had died down to a level where he guessed that it wasn't actively going to kill him, but it could easily get infected. But that was the least of the problems.

"Hey, Roger... you okay?" I asked, it was starting to get colder, the night must be coming again. "Is the arm okay?"

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger had fallen into a half doze, full of pain-filled nightmares that kept him from getting any real rest. He heard a voice calling out to him, and he roused himself. The gaping wound in his shoulder had been crudely stuffed with gauze to stop the bleeding, but the care was not very good, and he'd been given nothing for the pain.

His mouth was parched. He'd had nothing to drink or eat since yesterday. He looked over, his eyes bleary with pain. "The arm ... is fine. See ... they bandaged it." It wasn't fine. It hurt badly. And it wasn't easing off, it was only getting worse. But Paul didn't need to know that.

I started to shiver in the cold. I wished that I could hold Paul for warmth if nothing else. "How are you feeling?" He'd remembered what Paul had said to hhim before he'd drifted unconscious. Despite the pain and agony and shock he was under, Roger was a Ranger, a true professional. He'd remembered Paul mentioning cameras. They were no doubt under observation.

As he returned to consciousness, he also remembered... remembered how much it had hurt to watch Paul suffer. But Paul had been tough. Strong. And that had encouraged him. Together, they would get through this.

12:11 Marine_Paul_Collins: "Tired... To add to the fact that it was the first time I killed someone... this is the first time I've been wounded in battle.. since... well the last time, but that was upright to unconscious in one go."

"If I had any GCSE's, I'd be looking for a new career right now."

"Like Crap honestly... I'm sorry I told them what I knew... I couldn't hold out any longer." Enforce the story ... for the cameras.

"Sorry if you think I'm weak or whatever... but... I'm tired... I'm so so tired."

It was mostly true. In pain and drained and tired.

"Wish I could help you, sorry I can't."

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger looked over at Paul, listening to his response, he was good, very good. His response reinforcing the fact that he'd already broken.

Again, it encouraged Roger seeing how Paul was holding up. He was a strong fucker. He was about to answer, when one again, he heard footsteps.

10:11 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I'd spent the afternoon considering what the Marine had said. He was lying... but perhaps... not entirely. It made sense that there was a mole somewhere on the base. It was the only way I could think of that the Rangers and Marines had known where the base was.

That would be ... embarrassing for the Brotherhood of Steel. Very embarrassing. So... both men were tough, as one would expect Rangers and Marines to be, and time was short. This needed a more subtle approach. I collected a set of photos, one of each of the men here at the base with me, excepting Watts and myself. All the men here had been in the Congo.

I brought the photos with me , and entered the cell, along with a small folding table.

Quietly, without saying a word, I entered the cell, and turned on the harsh lights again. I silently laid out the photos along the table. There weren't too many, twenty five in all. All of the mercenaries who had been alive. The research staff had already been relocated to a separate facility. He was certain that they would recognize the mole. If they were subjected to enough stress and torture, they might unconsciously give clues as to whom it was. I had been so close this morning. So very close. I was on the right track. I knew it.

I looked silently at Paul, then at Roger. Watts would join him shortly, and they would begin.

I carried a stun baton with me this time. I walked around, next to Paul, and began to lecture him. "Have you ever been on a cattle farm, Collins?" My voice was casual, friendly almost. "Have you seen how the ranchers collect samples of the bulls sperm for breeding purposes? Essentially, they stick an electrified prod up their ass, and stimulate the prostate directly. It's very painful, I understand, not pleasurable in the slightest."

The purpose of this was to get a rise not so much out of Paul, but Roger.

12:11 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul looked up tiredly at Ivan. He was red and bloody and he looked at the Russian. “I don’t know any more.” He said weakly.

He was tired. But he knew he’d have to go through more pain. He’d worked through the first. He could do the second. Surely he had to try. For Roger. He didn’t want to be weak. Or seem weak.

He looked at Ivan. “Can we have some water?”

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger looked up as Ivan laid out the table and spread out the photos. Blearily, he looked up. He was tired, dreadfully thirsty, and in constant, mind-numbing pain.

He looked at the pictures of the various men laid out on the table. He recognized one, but gave no sign or reaction. Looking up, stupidly at the big Russian as he started threatening Paul. The Russian was holding a large baton with an electric prod on the end. Roger felt sick... he knew what Ivan was talking about, and the idea of him doing that to the handsome young Marine infuriated him. But he wouldn't give in. He would trust Paul.

Paul was tough, strong, he could handle this.

10:11 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I looked at Collins. "Do you want some water, Marine? Then perhaps you will tell me which of these pictures looks familiar to you?"

I grabbed the young Marine by the chin, turned his face to force him to stare at the table, then reached around to his backside and began to slowly, forcefully shove the electric stun baton up his ass, twisting it from side to side to make it hurt as it went up. I was looking for any sign of any hint of recognition from the Marine. Perhaps if I stressed him out enough, he would give some clue.

I heard footsteps, and looked quickly over my shoulder to see Watts entering.

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: As Ivan started to slowly ram that electric prod up Paul's ass, Roger felt that sick feeling again, the feeling he'd had earlier when he was forced to watch Paul suffer. That feeling of someone reaching inside him and ripping his guts to pieces. It was unbearable. He wished with all his heart that it was him getting tortured. That was easier to bear than watching Paul suffer. Please... he muttered silently in his head... please make it stop.

11:11 Marine_Paul_Collins: It’s hard to figure out what to say at this stage. He was so tired and in pain, hungry and thirsty. He didn’t know when and if help was going to come. It’s possible they didn’t know where we’d been taken. Hostages were sometimes held for years. He wasn’t sure he could do years. He wasn’t sure how long he could last at all. He thinks today was day 2 or day 3. It’s difficult to tell how long he’d fallen into unconsciousness earlier. He was cold all the time so that was less of a point he could use. He was scared. They were targeting him more than Roger. Probably because they could sense he was the younger one. The weakest in the pack. Roger would deal with this better.

“FUCK!” I scream as the cattle prod goes in. Being a part time internet sex worker. I’m more used to stuff like this. But it’s. Nothing like I’ve experienced. It's so painful as it goes in. “FUCK. NO. PLEASE. NO.”

I’m practically screaming this out as much as I can with my voice being so bad. “I’ve told you. Please. That was all I know.”

“That was all I know.”

“That was all I know.”

I look at the pictures on the table. Remembering the lies in the truth. “My officer knew. He was a SEAL. That’s what I was told. Fuck. Fuck. Don’t do this.”

8:21 Watts: Refreshed with a nap he walked over to Roger and smiled. He pulled out a set of handcuffs and cuffed Travers hands before uncuffing the manacles. He then attached a set of leg cuffs and undid the second pair allowing him to pick Roger up and move him to the table. “Pick one of these. Who is the fucking mole. Or your fucking boyfriend gets it. As do you.”

“I’ll rape your ass and make your boyfriend watch. And you’ve heard about Navy Seals. Hung. Hard and Rough. You’ve seen Ivan’s cock when he pissed on your friend. I match his in size. Think your boyfriend will want to see that. Fuck. You’ll never want him again after you’ve had me.” I slam his face brutally into the table. “Who is it?”

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger listened as Paul started cursing and screaming out as the big mother fucking Russian rammed the prod up Paul's ass. He kept silent, his brain fogged with agony from his shoulder wound and lack of water, he wanted to cry out, but he kept silent, willing Paul to be strong.

Wishing he wasn't forced to watch the young Marine's suffering, it was shattering him from the inside out. Then, Watts approached him and freed him from the manacles. He screamed as his brutally wounded right arm was manhandled. He couldn't help it, it hurt so much.

Then, he was picked up and moved to the table, looking at the pictures. He saw the one... Petersen was what he was called, he remembered that, but he gave no sign of recognition. He wouldn't betray his beret. He wouldn't.

Roger's handsome young face was smashed into the table, causing more pain to knife through his brain. He groaned in deep agony.

He looked over bleary eyed, his pain wracked face twisted in contempt. Suddenly, a spark of defiance burns in me. These bastards think they can threaten a fucking Ranger? I croak out, "Go fuck yourself... neither of us is going to tell you a... fucking damn... thing."

10:11 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I look at Paul, as he starts to beg. I fucking hate it when they beg. It reminds me of Kyle.... Suddenly a white hot rage filled me. I wanted this to be over. I wanted this fucking Marine to talk. I fucking hated using the prisoner's affection as a tool. Fucking hated it. Reminded me too much of Kyle.

I snarl over my shoulder. "Make sure Roger watches this.." I jam the prod up deeper into the young Marine's ass, and find his prostate, then I click the button on the end of the stun baton, and let out a deep, brutally savage shock directly into the young Marine's prostate. I watched impassively as the pain ripped through him, and he involuntarily shot a weak load of cum, his dick not even getting hard.

11:11 Marine_Paul_Collins: I scream in pain. I can’t help it. Any other time a /light/ stimulation like this would feel fucking amazing. You know. From a medically tested sex toy. But from this it was more pain even than the acid had and that was saying something. He screamed again and again. “922517” he said as he flopped forward on the manacles. “SEAL. 922517,” he said weakly looking at Roger.

He didn’t want Roger hurt either. He wanted them both safe. But he didn’t know what to say. What to do. What was right.

8:21 Watts: Watts unzipped his trousers and showed his thick ten inch American meat to the guy. “He gets the cattle prod. You get this. You get this and your boyfriend watches. He watches you howl in pain. I’m not going to be gentle.” He grabbed Rogers and pushed his face on the table looking directly at Collins and went behind him slowly putting his cock next to his arse and then forced it in brutally. Hard. Not caring how much it hurt himself. It would hurt the Ranger more.

10:11 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I pull the stun baton out of the Marine's ass in one quick jerk, causing more pain on the way out then it does on the way in. Then, I grab the Marine's chin and turn him, forcing him to look at Roger.

"Look there, look at your fucking Ranger boyfriend. See how fucking big Watts is. He's gonna rape your man, split his ass up the middle and then he'll cut his fucking cock off if you don't talk, Marine." Fuck I hated this. Wanted to just torture one of them slow and steady, wearing them down with pain. That was honorable. These emotional games.. fuck I hated them.

Duty. I forced myself not to think of Kyle. As Watts started fucking the Ranger, I snarled at him. "Get him hard. I'll get the knife ready." I walked over and turned on the camp stove, then taking my combat blade I held the blade in the flames as Watts started to fuck Roger. The blade heated up, searing hot. Carefully, I placed the blade on the floor beside Watts.

It was glowing a dull red. I snarled at the Marine. "See that fucking blade there? After Watts is done raping your Ranger boyfriend, he's going to cut his fucking dick off. And it will be your fault. Your fault, because you lied to me. We know the mole is not a SEAL. WHO THE FUCK IS HE?" I scream in the Marine's face, making him look at Watts fucking Roger.

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger has never been fucked before... not really his thing. He's fucked Paul, and he loves to fuck, but he's never had a taste for taking it. Now, he has no choice.

His virgin hole is savagely violated by the brutal, ruthless former SEAL. As bad as the pain was for Paul.... it's nothing compared to the pain the Ranger is feeling. He can feel his tight hole rip, and start bleeding as the SEAL rips his ass up. He shudders, shaking back and forth, screaming.... again and again. He's so tired.... in so much pain... it keeps getting worse... but at least, at least it's not Paul getting tortured. He can endure this... he's got to .

Then... he sees the knife... and hears the threat. He screams.... partially in fear... partially in pain. They would do it... he knows they would. Almost.... almost ... he begs them not to do it.. but he won't... he hangs onto his dignity by a thread... as tears start running down his face, he looks up at Paul, trying to will the Marine to stay strong.

11:11 Marine_Paul_Collins: Paul screamed in agony again as his cock was leaking without being hard which had never happened before.
He screamed for a third time as the stick was removed and he looked at the seal fucking Roger and he had hatred in his eyes.

I look at Roger. I couldn’t have him hurt. And it couldn’t be my fault. I couldn’t contain myself as I started crying. It’s a weakness. And Roger would probably hate me for it. But I couldn’t stop myself. I’d been in the marines for a year. Not dozens of years. I wish I was dead.

8:21 Watts: the American smiled as he fucked Roger brutally. His cock sliding all over his arse as he fucked. Thrusting brutally onto the table. One hand reaching around and jerking him to get it hard. Fucking it as hard as he could which was very very hard indeed. “Want to say a final word to your boyfriend. Since you won’t have a cock in a second. No manhood at all.”

10:11 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I grunt in the Marine's ear, speaking in a low, persuasive tone, almost sympathetic. "Listen to me Collins, you are just a young man, you have your whole life ahead of you. You don't want to be responsible for what Watts is going to do to that Ranger, do you? You can save him... you just have to tell us which of those men laid out on the table is the one you came for. We'll find out eventually. We have our ways. It's not like you are betraying anyone. He's a dead man. We've already started to do comprehensive background checks of every man here. We'll find something. So you see, if you try to be the hero... if you try to hold back, it won't matter in the end. The mole is going to die. That's a certainty. But your Ranger boyfriend there.... he doesn't have to maimed. He doesn't have to lose his cock. You can stop that. Just tell us who the mole is."

I knew Marines were double tough, and normally wouldn't fall for a mind fuck like this, but this one was young.... he really cared for the Ranger, and he might talk if I can double talk him. We didn't have a lot of time.

Besides, I wanted this over with. I hated this. Fucking hated it. I was good at it. Used to love it. But not since Kyle. I looked over at Watts. "Give the Ranger a sample of what a hot knife feels like... carve him up before you go to work on his cock. Make him scream."

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger stopped trying to fight the pain.. there was no point. It was all consuming. He could feel his ass bleeding. He let the pain flow through him like a river. He could endure this... he was a Ranger. He was no stranger to pain. He screamed.... and screamed.... shook, wept... and tasted fear. But inside, he felt a kind of strength, firm and hard. The young Oregonian might seem laid back, casual, easy-going. But he had a core of determination, courage, and solid steel forged with unquestionable loyalty. He was a Ranger to the bone.

The fear and pain.... and even the potential of being maimed... they wouldn't make him beg... but ... despite his determination not to give in, he was still young. And he'd never imagined horrors like this before in his life. He could feel his resolve slowly getting whittled away. But for now, he held onto his determination. He thought... he hoped ... he prayed ... that he could hold out.... but if they started in on Paul... he wasn't sure... he wasn't sure how long he could hold out if they started hurting Paul.

He heard Watts' threat then... and saw the Russian whispering something in Paul's ear. That threat... it shook his resolve to the core.. threatened his very identity as a man. To have his dick cut off... then, to his horror, he realized he was getting hard. He felt sick... To have his dick cut off.. the sheer horror of that ripped him up inside. But he was a Ranger... and though he was screaming, crying, he didn't give in. He'd face that... he'd honor his beret... no matter what.... even that. He wished again that he was dead, and this would end.

09:10 Marine_Payl_Collins: He looked across at Roger. He was so scared and Roger was going to get hurt. Badly. That level of shock couldn’t be recovered from. But it’s all about psychological pain. He wasn’t sure Roger could get away with it.

“Please. Please. Please don’t do that to him. I’m sorry Roger. I’m sorry.”

“He was a SEAL. He really was. That’s what we were told. He was a SEAL. He may be pretending to be another Person. I don’t know. I wasn’t told. I’m a medic. I’m just a medic. I really don’t know his picture. I thought it was him. I really did. It’s an American. A SEAL. That’s why the yanks were with us. The American lieutenant was in charge. Please don’t hurt him. Please don’t.”

“Let me go. Let me make sure he’s okay. Please. I’m not lying. I don’t have a name or anything. That’s the truth. It’s everything I know. Don’t fucking hurt him. Please. Sir. Please don’t.”

6:11 Watts: Watts looked at Ivan as he picked up the knife and for a second held it to the already broken arm, searing an image of the blade into the arm before slamming his cock in again. He wasn’t anywhere near cumming. This was punishment. Not really a pleasure for him. He would fuck all night if he had to.

“You believe the cunt?”

10:11 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I look at Collins as he begs. Pleads. Fuck I hate that. Fucking hate it. It enrages me when a man begs and pleads while I'm torturing him. Makes me think of Kyle. I don't want to think of Kyle.

I turn to Watts, hearing his question. I shake my head slightly towards Watts, letting him know I thought the Marine was still lying. I don't believe him. There is only one former SEAL in our complement, that's Watts. It's not Watts. There are other Americans, and one of them might be lying about their background. FUCK. If only we weren't in such a hurry. But the Syndicate wanted answers, and wanted them yesterday. FUCK

Rage boiled inside me. I hated THIS. I needed to be certain. Had to be certain. I turn back to Paul. "Do you mean to tell me, Marine, that you were sent on a mission to rescue a mole, and you didn't even know how to recognize him? Is that what you are saying? You are lying to me. What if you had shot him by accident? Would your officers have taken that kind of risk? I don't think so. Because you lied to me, your boyfriend got punished. Smell that? The smell of cooked flesh. That was your fault Marine. And that's just the beginning."

I walk over to the blade, and hold the blade in the flames a bit more to heat it up further, then place it back on the ground next to Watts and the Ranger.

"Hurt him again Watts."

10:11 Private_Roger_Travers: Roger felt a surge of pride well up inside him, along with a deep, fierce love for the Marine. He was tough, strong, he wasn't going to give anything away. Roger caught Paul's eye, and even though tears of pain were flowing down his cheeks, he tried his best to let the Marine know with his gaze alone how proud he was of Paul. Tried to encourage him to hold out. To let him know that he could take it.

Then, the searing hot flat of the blade was held against his mangled arm. The pain seared his being like a nova, and he screamed, the agony of it nearly ripping his throat apart. He spasmed violently, convulsing as he was raped and burned.

Published: 2021-08-30, viewed 26 times.