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First read Desperate Measures - Unlikely Allies Part 1

TWO HOURS LATER IN RUSSIA

11:23 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I open the door to the small room in the compound, Mark's room for the night. "You can sleep here." The room is small, not much larger than a bathroom, with a cot against one wall, and blankets stacked high on the cot. No other furnishings. "I have a teleconference with Derek tonight to discuss our plan. We are, of course, taking a huge risk. We don't actually know whether or not the cure is at the base in Antartica. But all the signs point to it. It is relatively new, remote, secure, undetectable from above. And the Syndicate has requested that we provide an additional security detail. The base is also guarded by another mercenary company, so we will not be alone."

"But... that is all for tomorrow. Will you sleep? Or ... will you join me for some of the finest Russian vodka you have ever swilled before..." I grin at him, there is almost a challenge in my stare.

12:08 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I look around the room. "This is fine, if you're expecting someone that expects home comforts and a warm bed with tea served on a silver tray you're thinking of the Royal Air Force not the SAS."

"This is comfortable. Thank you."

"While I wouldn't drink on duty, I know full well that I'm meant to fit in with you. I'm not an idiot."

"And if a Russian says it's good vodka... it probably is." I smile at him, "You're taking a risk, I'm taking a risk... but we're doing it for the same reason this time. For people we care about."

"Bring on the Vodka Ivan."

12:36 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I lean against the door frame, my eyes sparkling with barely suppressed mirth.

"Tonight, Mark, it is your duty to drink fine Russian Vodka with your ... temporary ally ... who fights alongside you for the people we care about."

I never thought in all my life that I would say those words... Life is strange, remarkable at times. My dick twitched. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to beat the shit out of him. I wanted to get drunk with him. I wanted to fight at his side. All at the same time. Mark Christopher was a very remarkable man.

I would regret having to kill him. I leave the small room, and head to my own study. It's very spartan, a desk, two chairs, a simple bookshelf on one wall, a locked cabinet made of unfinished pine. I simple red carpet on the floor. The one personal touch I had was a set of ancient swords crossed on the wall beside the door.

I unlocked my cabinet and brought out a bottle of vodka. It was large, clear, unmarked, along with two shot glasses. I filled them both with vodka.

I pushed one over towards Mark as I grabbed the other. I raised it, and spoke in Russian, my eyes locked on his, "To our meeting!" Then, down the shot in one go, allowing the fiery hot alchohol to swirl around in my mouth before letting it drizzle down my throat.

My eyes, my body, and my stance all communicate how much I'm enjoying my drink.

12:43 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I lock my eyes with his. “Za Vstrechu.” I repeat as I look straight at him and down the vodka. He was right. It was smoother than a lot you get in the UK which tends to be the cheaper stuff. Russians wouldn’t touch most of it.

I leaned over and poured another one and passed it over to him and another for myself. “But only right you do the same in English. Cheers….” I say and down the second vodka continuing to look at Ivan.

“No family pictures. No nothing. Even I have that in Hereford. Not trying to get intel on you. But what do you fight for?”

13:09 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I raise the shot glass and tink it gently with his, my expression content. I say in English, "Cheers." Then let the second cup make it's way down my throat, feeling the warm glow as the very high proof drink begins to do it's work.

I feel myself mellowing out a bit, and I chuckle at him as I pour us a third shot. This one though, rather than downing in one go, I sip slowly, savoring each mouthful gently, as a lover savors his beloved before I let it trickle it's fiery path down my throat.

"If you are not trying to get intel on me, then you are not doing your job, Sergeant." I chuckle again, in between another sip.

"I have no family pictures... because ... I am constantly surrounded by my family. Derek and the men here are my family. You would be surprised at how many men in the Brotherhood have no other family. Not all, but a fair number. Many do not marry. Many take lovers from within our own ranks. Derek Steel and Daniel Allen, for example."

"I have no lover amongst these men, but they are all my family. And I fight for them. I would die for them, as many of them would and have died for us."

"When I was younger and more idealistic... when I was still in the Spetsnaz, I fought for Mother Russia. But the Russia I fought for... turned out to be an illusion. The Russia I fought for was a lie, one carefully constructed by the politicians and the wealthy. The Soviets could learn a thing or two from their successors. There was a mission..." My eyes grow tight with pain as I remembered my last mission as a Spetsnaz, but then I move on.

"And yet if I will not fight for my nation, still I am a fighter. One of the best. It is what I do. I do not want to do anything else. I do not want to be in the company of men who do not understand what it is like to be born a warrior. And so I found Derek and his Brotherhood of Steel. I found home, in the company of men who fight because it is what we are born to. Men who pick and choose their battles. Men who do not fight to line the pockets of politicians. Many have found their way here, men who become jaded and disillusioned with fighting wars at the whims of politicians and the wealthy. Men who no longer believe in what they fight for ... but yet who know nothing else. Here, they find their home. Here, they are welcomed."

I take another sip, my mood becoming more reflective and thoughtful as I ponder my very unique family.

13:20 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: “I’m not intelligence. If I had been placed here to get intelligence you wouldn’t find me saying I was SAS and asking blunt questions.”

“I didn’t like James Mason. But I didn’t want him shot. There’s a guy. I don’t believe he works for you. But I would kill him if I saw him. I didn’t want to come here. I thought mason’s idea of joining forces with you was stupid.”

“But here I am. The difference is I still fight for my country. I don’t fight outside it. I am a soldier. I get pointed at what to do and I do it. I don’t fight for the love of it.”

“Except with my lovers. But that’s different.”

“I have no family outside the army either. So I appreciate what you’ve said,” I said as I sipped the drink slowly looking around. “We are on different sides. Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate what you say. It’s when the fighting becomes torture that I don’t like. I would have killed you. I wouldn't have played with my food while doing it.” I look at him. “Is Jordan Byrne here.”

13:50 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Quietly I spoke up, "Know the enemy and know yourself in a hundred battles you will never be in peril. Sun Tzu. The Art of War."

I grinned over at Mark. "The irony is even more delicious than you know Mark. The Syndicate has hired us on multiple occasions to assassinate James Mason. And here he was today, in our grasp. But there was no contract out on him, and so the one time we could have easily killed him... we instead ended up saving his life."

I nod at Mark, feeling the vodka mellow me even further. "You fight for your country, I fight for my family. We are not so different. And as for torture.. While I am very good at it, I do not torture for pleasure. I fight for pleasure.." I look at him, with a grin, recalling his comment about fighting with his lovers.

That I understood. "And we have that in common as well. But do not pretend that the SAS or the SEALS or any other special forces regiment has never tortured an enemy captive to obtain intelligence. I know you are not that naive. It is true though, that there are others here in the Brotherhood that take more pleasure in torture than I. Watts was one. He was my friend. But he did enjoy torture. And there are many I am certain in the SAS or the SEALS that likewise enjoy torture." I shrug, "It goes with the territory. But contrary to what you may think, the Brotherhood does not torture without a reason. Nor do we kill."

I finish my third shot, then pour myself another, and top up Mark's "Jordan Byrne... Ah yes, I know him. I have met him before in fact." I swirl my vodka, and let another trickle caress my throat. "He was involved in that raid on the small SAS outpost in Wales last year. He bragged about it for months. He even showed me the dog tags of the SAS men he killed. He received quite a generous sum of money for the job, enough that he has set up his own mercenary company now, recruiting mostly from the IRA, operating out of Belfast. He is rapidly rebuilding the reputation he lost as a result of your action in Siberia. I have heard of that also."

I look at him, feeling extremely mellow now. Fuck... he looked so incredible. My dick twitched gently in my trousers as I looked him over from head to toe, taking in the hard lines of his fit body, his handsome face. "Did you know that he applied to join the Brotherhood... but we rejected him? We don't take former IRA in our ranks. They are terrorists, not warriors. They kill civilians indiscriminately."

14:05 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: “He killed a lot of my friends.” He said. “I don’t deal with the IRA. I kill them.”

“It makes you a little bit higher in my estimation. Fuck that it makes you a lot higher. Not high enough to make me like you. But not hiring him. That makes you better.”

I sip the drink as I look at him. “There are people who like torture. I don’t. That man who tried to kill me. He’s alive because my mission was over. I don’t kill unnecessarily. I should have killed him though. I wanted to fuck over Jordan.”

I refill my own glass another time and look at Ivan. He was handsome in his own way. Dangerous. Muscular. My type. I was slightly drunk as I looked at him.

“I should stop drinking. Tomorrow I need a clear head. And your vodka is good.” I look at the vodka and smile. “How badly did I hurt your cock. I’ve got strong teeth.”
14:14 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I lean forward in my chair, facing Mark. The vodka had mellowed me out considerably in some ways.... and in others it had ... stimulated me.

I keep leaning forward until my forehead gently bumped against Mark's. I stared at him, a deep probing stare. I brought my shot glass up between us, taking another sip, then putting it aside.

Finally, I speak. "There are scars. I think of you everytime I bring myself to pleasure. Everytime I fuck. You left your mark, Sergeant."

My hand reaches out gently to probe Mark's obliques, lifting up under the rim of his shirt to feel the scar tissue from the wound I inflicted on him when I stabbed him.

14:18 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: It’s oddly erotic as he does that. I slowly put my hand under his shirt as well. “We all have scars. You were hard during that fight. Very hard. I felt it.”

I’m getting hard myself as we look at each other. “One day we will finish that fight. I know that. But not while we are allies.”

I run my hands up to his chest.

“That was one of the very few fights I remember. It stayed in my head. You were… interesting.”

14:26 Commando_Ivan_Usov: "I was hard during that fight. And so were you. I remember that detail with crystal clarity. And we will finish that fight... but not when we are allies. There are other things though.. that allies ... might explore."

My hand continues to explore Mark's side, feeling the scar tissue from the wound that I inflicted. The eroticism of it... was exquisite. My dick throbbed harder in my trousers, and my own scars from his teeth seemed to ache.

My other reaches out to grab my shot glass again, and I drank a mouthful of vodka. But I did not swallow it.

My hand returns the shot glass to my desk and then joins my other hands as I rub it up, under Mark's shirt, feeling the hard ridges of that superb body of his, up to his combat-hardened chest, where I delicately tweak his nipples. He was not as thickly muscled as I, but he was every bit as hard.

My heart beats faster... how many times in a man's life does he get the opportunity to lie with his enemy?

I tilt my mouth suddenly off to one side, and my lips lock onto his, and I begin to kiss him with a slow, fierce passion, the vodka in my mouth flowing into his as I kiss.

14:35 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: This was very very unexpected. I wasn’t sure that David or James would completely understand But there was something about Ivan. Someone who I had nearly fought to the death.

I feel the vodka flowing into my mouth as I pushed the table aside and stood up and put my hands under his shirt to take it off.

I continue kissing now really hard. I had scarred him as he had scarred me. I rip the t shirt off. I couldn’t take it over his head as we were kissing. But I figure he’s not the type to worry about clothes.

14:44 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I felt his scar once more... the scare that I had inflicted trying to kill him... and for some reason, it drew me closer to him. Connected us with an intimacy that was unique and unexpected.

I felt him respond to my kiss, as he stood up, and I stood up with him. I pushed the rest of the vodka in my mouth into his, feeling my simple white t-shirt rip under his strength. I grunted, my cock aching to be free.

Responding in kind, my hand grabs his collar, and with one yank, one surge of hard-muscled power, I rip the collar and the shirt off him. I continue to kiss him, harder, fiercer, my passion growing as my hand finally leaves his scar and travels down to his crotch, unfastening the front of his trousers and working them off him.

The forbidden fruits of making love to the man you tried to kill... and who tried to kill you.

14:51 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I grab both his arms to keep them away from my trousers as I look at him. Fuck. This was hot. Powerful. Unexpected. I didn’t know what I wanted. “Don’t unbuckle them.”

“Rip them off.” I release his hands and then grab his trousers at the seam and pull them brutally. Roughly. Showing off my own strength.

“Show me what the fuck you can do.”

15:03 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I break off my kiss as Mark grabs my arms. My smile reaches ear to ear. Of course. He grabs my trousers at the seams, pulling on them with a surge of brutal strength.

My eyes are drawn to the flex and ripple of the muscles on his bare arms as he exerts his power. The power of a man... is a thing to be treasured. A thing of beauty. "So you wish to see my power, do you Mark?"

I reach around behind Mark and seize the back of his trousers, right on the seam running down the crack of his but. My arm surges with power, my core turns to steel, and I lift him up off the ground with a grunt of might.

I feel the seam rip and tear as I heave him up, the trousers shredding and falling down around him.

15:12 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I grunt in pleasure as I look at him. I want to kill him and fuck him. I lean down and rip his trousers off completely leaving us in underwear and boots.

“We like the same things Ivan. I’m just a little confused why you’re being gentle. I’m not one of your fucking men who would break when you look at them. I nearly fucking killed you. Treat me with some respect.”

I step forward and put my legs around his and push him to the ground falling on top of him. Not bothering to break either of our falls.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. Can’t believe that my boxer shorts are showing off my cock at it’s hardest right now.

15:19 Commando_Ivan_Usov: "The confusion is likewise mine, Mark." I grunt as he sweeps my legs and falls on top of me, his cock jabbing into my crotch as I slam into the carpet of my study.

As we land, my legs twine around his in a grapevine, controlling his powerful thighs. I flip us over with a twist of my hips and shoulder, reversing our positions as I wrap my arms around his neck, one behind and one in front, locking the handsome SAS Commando in a front face choke as my legs spread his wide. I tilt and kiss him again, feeling the electric intimacy burning in my veins and singing in my nerves, my dick poking free of my shorts and leaking pre-cum copiously.

15:33 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I look up at Ivan and smile. “You're going to risk putting that Russian cock near me after last time. That’s more danger than I would accept In your position.”

I lock his legs, thrusting my cock right into his. “I want your arse though.” I kiss him roughly again. The taste of vodka and his lips was intoxicating. I knew I was drunk. But this felt good.

I move my hands down his body and rip his underwear off in one go. I glance down. The cock was as massive as I’d felt.

15:42 Commando_Ivan_Usov: "I thrive off of danger. You are perhaps the most dangerous man I have met in a very long time. My scars bear the proof of that." Except of course for Russell Shade... But that ship had sailed.

"You may have my arse if I can have yours."

I untwine my legs from his, and I kneel over him, straddling his thighs, unwinding my arms from his neck. Then, deliberately, slowly I lift my fist as my eyes stare deep into his.

I grunt. Carefully, bit by bit, I tense and flex the muscles in my core, my chest, my arm. They ripple and thrum with power. Then, with a low grunt, I twist and smash my fist down, directly into Mark's navel. He had plenty of time to see what I was about.

And I did not hold back on that blow, delivering it with every ounce of power and precision I possessed. I longed ... needed to give him my strength. To taste his hardness. To feel his resistance. There was an intimacy in that... deeper and more profound than I could put into words.

15:53 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I saw what he was doing. He was giving me enough time to tense my muscles in my abdomen to prepare for the blow and the massive shock that it went through my body.

Fuck he was good. He was rough. And that blow was strong. I dare say there were recruits that would have had their stomachs ruptured by that.

My cock stiffened inside my boxers. Tight and hard.

My head slams back as I grunt against the force of the blow. I look up at him taking a deep breath and pushing him off me onto his back. I looked him straight in the eyes and pull my own arm back. The fist is curled up as I look at him. And then I slam my own fist down. Aiming at a spot a foot beneath him. My fist not stopping as it slammed into his abdomen with every single ounce of my strength. I didn’t care if I hurt him so I didn’t pull it at all.

16:16 Commando_Ivan_Usov: He took my blow like a champion, his thick muscled core keeping it's flex despite the power I'd put into it. I knew, already, from our first fight that I had no need to hold back with him.

My dick quivered as I felt the resistance of his muscled body against the force of my fist. This was foreplay. The kind of foreplay that very few would ever understand.

He pushed me likewise over onto my back. I folded my hands and put them behind my head as I stared up into his face, my gaze impassive, my briefs tented by my very erect cock. I focused on my core, and the ridges of my abs thickened into full relief, turning hard as concrete.

His fist smashed down and impacted on my core. It was a mighty blow and I felt the shockwave of force and pain ripple through my steel-cabled muscles. A deadly blow. I will have a deep bruise there tomorrow. That was not a blow designed for play, but for killing. The power behind it was intoxicating. I took a deep breath and nodded once at him, before I sat up, and pulled my legs under me. I sprang to my feet and reached behind me to grab one of the two crossed swords beside my door. I tossed it to him, and grabbed the other.

With a quick thrust and snap of my sword, I caught his boxers by the tip of the blade, and with a short yank, sliced through the waistband, exposing his perfectly proportioned and fully erect manhood.

16:46 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I get to my feet and take the sword and look at him repeating his motion to see his cock in all its glory.

“If we use these. Someone is going to get hurt. I don’t know how to play with swords. I only know how to kill with them.”

I hold it in my hand and look at Ivan, my hand going down to my cock and stroking it. “I want your arse Ivan. I want it on the bed. I want to ruin you and fuck your harder than I’ve done anyone before. I want to rape your hole so hard that You beg me to stop.”

“That’s what I want Ivan. That’s what I fucking want right now. I know you won’t beg easily. I know you won’t beg. So I’m going to have to work for it. I’m going to have to push you to every limit and beyond.”

“You’re going to feel my ten inches of British cock inside you. You’re going to be bent over the bed. You’re going to be shoved against the wall. You’re going to scream my name as I make your Russian cock unlock time after time. You’re going to feel every single punch I make to get you to cum. You’re going to feel every single bit of my arms as I choke you. You’re going to feel every inch of my cock hitting your hole in a way that you won’t have felt before. You’re going to beg me to cum.”

I look at him and my cock starts dripping. The talk. The insults. The sight of his cock. The manhood I nearly bit off.

“The fight in Libya. I imagined a couple of nights what it would be like to be in bed with you. Imagined me destroying you.”

I throw the sword to one side. “Fists.”

08:58 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I hold the sword in front of me as I stand back and admire Mark's ample manhood. My first glimpse of it unobscured.

"You are not one to be afraid of getting hurt... but your 'point' is well taken." I toss my sword aside. His words, they have inflamed me, as he speaks my dick gets stiffer and stiffer, harder and harder, until the tip is glistening with pre-cum. The scars from Mark's teeth are clearly visible on the side of my proud, hard shaft.

"What you want and what you get are two very different things, my 'temporary' British ally." My eyes are flashing, and the muscles of my naked body ripple and shift like steel cables.

"We will do this with our fists. I will beat you into submission with my will to power, my strength, and my brutality. I will knock you out with my skill and savagery. I will rob you of your power, take from you your strength and will. And when you awaken, you will find the very core of your being stuffed to overflowing with my superior Russian manhood. I will deliver you such pain, such pleasure that you never dreamed possible."

My whole being was vibrating with lust, with need, with desire for this SAS man.

I move forward, circling on the carpet, in a professional battle stance, my thick cock swinging like a flag at full mast, aching, yearning to pierce Mark.

This was not a fight to the death... but a fight for breeding rights. There were unspoken rules that bound us together... I would honor them. I knew instinctively that Mark would as well. We might fight to the death again... in the future. But not now. Not tonight.

I surge forward suddenly, my body moving like a well oiled machine, my fists driving forward with brutal power and elite skill. My left jabs towards his face, once, then twice, before my right fist drives up the middle of our space, aiming for his core, those hard-muscled ridged abs of his. I would have him.

09:13 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I listen as he talks and my cock is solid, straight out in front of me, rigid, moving only as I move, hard and proud. I wanted to fuck this man, and I wanted to fuck this man hard.

I don't block the first two punches to the face, and my jaw feels it, even not going full on to kill me, he's strong - but so am I - and I expected the first blows to be a feint for a bigger blow and I was right, I tense my own stomach muscles up, as I step forward into his guard as the blow comes towards me, twisting slightly so that it grazes my side rather than my stomach, our cocks touch for a second as I get close before I slam a fist into the side of his face bringing my knee up immediately after into the big Russian's stomach.

My face hurts from the two punches that I allowed in to be able to get close to the Russian, he was strong, probably as strong as I was, a lot more muscled like a bodybuilder compared to my toned version, but I was just as well trained.

09:36 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My double jab tags his handsome, solid jaw in quick succession as he moves in towards me. The sensation of impact sends a thrill rippling up and down my spine, causing my cock to tingle.

My whole being taps into the intense erotic, aggressive energy that we both first sampled when we were trying to kill each other. The connection between us is exquisite.

His core is tensed, and he skillfully twists to avoid the worst of the impact I had sent towards his abdomen. We swordfight briefly, and then he is on me.

My guard is sharp and tight, and easily blocks the blow heading for my face, as I take his fist on the crook of my elbow with a grunt. His knee slams up, and I choose to take it full on, tensing my core, and surging forward at the same time. I eat the blow, as it smashes into my armored core with a wave of destruction rippling across my ridged muscles, but despite the pain, my core holds. It will take many such blows to batter down my abs.

As I surge forward, I'm looking to simply bull rush him before he can retract his knee, looking to knock him over backwards while he is planted on his rear foot. I will use my greater size to my advantage in my quest to own his ass, to fill him to the brim with my aching manhood. He has lit a fire in my belly ... unlike any other man in recent memory. I want him.

09:45 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: He comes at me, not unexpectedly. I slam an open palm up under his chin as we both fall backwards, using that moment to twist away, so while I hit the floor, I don't land under him, and I roll to one side, getting up to my feet quickly, staying low as I looked at him.

My cock was dripping, and I wanted him, there was a danger here that wasn't around with Sam and David even though our sex was rough and brutal, there wasn't danger, I loved Sam and David and I had a very different connection, but no less strong.

But with Ivan there was a danger, a very big danger, and that made it even more sexual, I stay low circling around him again, I didn't want to be fucked by him, if he won of course I would... but I wanted to fuck him so much, I wanted to show the Spetnaz guy precisely what my power really was in bed.

I then explode forward unexpectedly, jumping at Ivan for a double leg takedown, grabbing both legs and picking him up with my strength to slam him down, aiming directly for the table.

We're not trying to kill each other, but I need to wear him down somehow.

10:04 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My ploy succeeds, but Mark is too skilled of a warrior, too fierce of a soldier not to twist the outcome in his favor.

My chin is rapped hard by his palm, and I see stars as he twists throwing me off him before I can land on top. Growling with pleasure, aggression, and lust, I spin up to my feet almost at once. Once more, that intense sexual aggression that linked us back in Libya links us here and now, even though we are not currently fighting to the death, Mark is a man who, like me, is deadly.

I am drawn to that danger. We circled, and my eyes sparkled as I silently invited him to charge, readying myself. And he erupts towards me like a comet of muscle and fire, speed and skill, smashing into my thighs in a flash.

I grunt as his head buries itself beside my obliques, and his powerful arms heave my hard-muscled bulk up off the floor. He turns towards my desk, and in an instant, I snake my powerful right arm around his head.

My back smashes down onto my desk, sturdy, made of heavy oak, it creaks and groans, but it holds up. The shock ripples through my body, threatening to knock the wind out of me. I gasp, but I do not let my grip on his head falter, as I lift my legs up around his waist, crushing my thighs tight into his obliques as I seek to cave his combat-forged core in while my arm around his neck ripples with brutal power, seeking to choke him out as I lay there on my desk.

My cock is wedged tightly up against his abs, leaving a trail of pre-cum to stain his warrior muscle as my entire being quivers with the thrill of fighting such a magnificent beast.

10:17 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I feel every single bit of his strength, and the feeling of that brutally large cock against my stomach gets me harder and harder as we fight. His arm is around my neck now which I know from him could be a very dangerous position to be in.

I bring my arms up immediately putting one under his chin and pressing upwards forcing his neck back, tightening it to cut off his own oxygen.

My cock sliding across the table leaves a wet trail myself. I want him so badly right now, the power in both of us exhilarating. My other hand starts punching his side, I don't think it'll do much right now as his core is very strong, but it's to ensure he knows that I'm not going to give in this easily.

10:37 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I grunt with effort, my thick bicep turning harder than stone as I attempt to crush his neck in my guillotine choke. I don't hold back, unleashing all my power on him... and yet, I know there are limits to this contest, and I abide by them.

The thrill of matching up with this magnificent beast pounds in my veins like an ancient war song. His forearm seeks out my chin, forcing my head back, causing me to see spots as he attempts to cut off my air.

I growl. His fist hammers at my side with powerful blows, smashing into the thick lat muscles protecting my ribs. Each one sends out a small shockwave of pain. I growl deeper. Drinking in his power... and the pain it causes me with delight.

In a flash, I unwind my legs from around his core, and plant my boots against his hips. I release my chokehold on his neck, and with an explosive heave of my herculean quads, I literally launch the powerful SAS Sergeant across my study, towards the far wall with incredible force.

I slide down to the floor again, my chest heaving, my face split into a grin of sheer pleasure, my dick even harder.

11:06 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I slam into the wall, nothing breaks, but some of the plaster on the wall shatters around me and I slam to the floor, before quickly getting back to my knees and my feet.

I smile at Ivan. "We're not finished yet, Ivan..." but I put my hands up as I walk over to him. "But my dick wants your hole, and it wants it right now, I want to fucking show you what this can do."

"We continue fighting ... I think we'll both be unconscious by the end, neither of us will get a fuck... let me know if you disagree with that."

I lean down and pick the vodka bottle up off the floor and take a swig from it before passing it to the Russian, "See.. didn't even break the bottle over your head to get a win."

11:27 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I watch the small cloud of dust from the shattered plaster sift down towards the floor as I stand, chest heaving, sweat starting to pour down the ridges and lines of my muscled body.

My face breaks into a broad, answering grin as Mark approaches me. My fists are up, but I can tell by his stance and bearing that he's not launching back into the fight just yet. I take the bottle from him, and likewise take a long chug of the hot, fiery liquid, savoring the burn as it coats my throat.

Suddenly, I reach my arm out, draping it heavily over his shoulder, pulling his hard-muscled frame up against me as I put the bottle back on the desk. "My head is harder than a rock. But nonetheless, You may be right; you may not. But it is true that our dicks are aching for one another's hole."

"The only sure way to get what we want out of each other is to take turns. But who goes first? That ... " I run my hand down his chest, feeling the contours of his hard muscled body with delight, "... is the question." Then , lean over and give him another passionate, hard kiss. The thrill of being intimate with my enemy... a man I tried to kill... has my entire being buzzing.

11:36 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "I've already had your cock in my mouth, so you should kneel and take mine" I smile as I look at him cheekily as I grin, the sweat running down my face.

"I'm your guest here... you submit to me first. You get down on your knees, you suck my cock, you take my dick..." I put my hand down to my cock. "You take this British Beast in your arse."

"If you survive that... you fuck me... you do what you want to me... fair is fair."

11:51 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I look at him, with a wry grin, "You have had my cock in your mouth, haven't you?"

I start to chuckle, "You are bold, to make demands of me in my study, here in my own country? Do you think I am the type of man to willingly submit to you Mark? If I was... you and I would not be here right now."

I look at him more closely. He was throwing his power around, and it aroused me to no end. But there was only one way to settle this.

"I tell you how we will settle this. We will leave it up to chance." I rummage around in the draw of my desk, and bring out a 1 ruble coin. I rub it in my fingers. On one side of the silvering coin is the number 1 next to twining vines, on the other, the double headed eagle, the ancient symbol of Russian.

I slap the coin in his hand. "I will make this one concession; you have the honor of tossing the coin. If it lands on the eagle, than I fuck you first."

12:21 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I take the coin and lean in and kiss him again, hard on the lips, and behind me I toss the coin on the table, so he knows I am not cheating as my eyes are concentrating on him.

"Neither of us are submitting.. that's fair... even when we take the other's cock.. we do not submit... either of us. This is a contest of equals. Not a contest between a master and a slave."

"Neither of us are a slave. And Never will be."

"One day we may fight and one of us will die. And we won't submit in death either... and on that day I'll mourn you as an equal." I say, obviously assuming I'd be the winner.

I turn and look at the coin on the table. "Looks like it's me first," I say as the coin came up with the 1 rather than the eagle. "Looks like you get the first taste of my cock."

I kiss him again, on the lips, the vodka taste still there. "Then tomorrow, we fight alongside each other as brothers."

12:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I feel intoxicated ... not so much from the vodka, but from taste, the feel, the presence of Mark. Enemies we might be... but brothers also. We both understand this in a way that we could never explain to anyone else.

I stare into his eyes, as Mark tosses the coin onto my heavy oak desk, as I taste his lips, the vodka and power of him. "If the day comes to pass when I must kill you, then it will be a day of both joy and sorrow for me, brother."

I look over and see the number 1 shining in the light of the room's overhead light. I nod. Then, I reach down and plant my hands on Mark's hard-muscled buttocks. My arms flex and ripple with strength as I heave him up, lifting his frame into the air. I will taste his cock... but not on my knees.

I raise him up, my thick arms smoothly unleashing their strength and power until the tip of his shaft is level with my mouth. I look up, craning my head back, wanting to my eyes to be locked onto his as I shift him forward, his legs draping over my shoulders and I swallow his rock hard member down to the very depths of my throat, wrapping it in my tongue, tasting the salty-precum with delight, controlling my gag reflex with an iron will as I take him deep down my throat.

12:58 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I had so wanted him on his knees, worshipping my manhood, I wanted him begging for more, begging for my cock but the thoughts were quickly wiped out as I locked my legs around his head, supported by his thick arms and I grabbed his head and started to thrust my huge cock into his throat, as I never took my eyes off him.

I was not going to be passive in this, he took the entire length or he gagged, and I'm guessing he wouldn't want to show weakness like that.

I moved one hand and put it over his nose, the only breath he could get now was in the moments my cock pulled out only to shove back in again, I was making him breathe to my rhythm. Every breath would also taste my cock, he would drink in everything I had before this night was out.

13:15 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Mark's legs clenched tightly around my head, and I felt the power and strength of his thighs. One of his hands locked onto the back of my head, and forced his full length down my throat, until I was tasting his pubic hair. The reflex to gag was strong, but sternly I pushed it down.

He covered my nose with his other, and my every breath was snatched between each thrust of his cock driving deep into my throat. Here was a man who knew power... and how to seize it. I tasted him, tasted his power in each breath I filled my lungs with, each breath scented and flavored by his manhood.

I locked my core into stasis, holding us in place, between each thrust. Each time he pulled my head forward onto his cock, I also pulled on his buttocks, forcing his manhood so deep down my throat I could taste his balls as they were nearly shoved into my mouth. The intensity was extreme... each taste, each breath, we exerted our power on each other, weaving it together into a mind-blowing experience.

13:22 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I can't think how long we were locked together like that, the pleasure as exotic, but I wasn't ready to cum yet, and I was sure that the Russian wasn't either, every thrust took me closer, but I kept my breathing deep and rhythmic, ensuring I wasn't going to shoot until I was ready.

It may have been minutes, hell it could have been hours for all I knew, every thrust was just me and him, and we were perfectly in sync.

I eventually just pull my cock out. "Put me down... it's now time to feel what this is like inside you." I haven't stopped looking him in the eyes. "But not on your knees, I want you there, I want you on your knees and I want you worshipping my cock, begging me to cum. Destroying your hole as you beg me to stop."

"But you don't deserve that... not today... We fuck standing up against the wall, not on your knees, neither of us submits..."

13:57 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Eventually, after a long endless moment filled with the taste of his shaft... full of the power and thrust of his head, the exertion of my will to take him deeper, ever deeper, the trembling of my muscles as I held him suspended up.

Then, suddenly the moment breaks, and I breath deep, trembling with aching need, growling to fuck him, to ream him, to see him bow before me, destroyed... subservient, and yet knowing that will never be. That is not who Mark is. That is not who I am. And the lust is stronger for the paradox surrounding us.

My eyes hold his gaze for a long moment. Not a gaze of submission.. but definitely a gaze of lust. I speak finally, "To see you shattered at my feet begging to be filled with my manhood is a burning desire that I could spend a lifetime attempting to achieve without success. And that makes me want it all the more."

I turn then, I walk to the wall, beneath the two mounting points where my swords hung. I plant my elbows on the wall and snarl behind me, "Come then, Sergeant Mark Christopher... come and try to destroy my hole."

14:19 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I lean down to the ruins of what were my trousers and slide my belt out and twist it as I tie it to make two loops. I slide them over Ivan's hands and over the sword mounting point.

It wouldn't keep a trained person contained for more than a couple of seconds, but that isn't the point, it's the control as I tighten the loops around the arms and keep them above his head connected to where the swords had been.

I move up behind him, my boots snaking around his legs locking them into position. My arms snake around him, stroking his chest and his stomach, and feeling his cock for a minute before one hand moved up and slammed over his nose and mouth, holding all his breath in at the same instant of shoving my cock straight into his arse, with no lube, no anything except the wetness of pre cum slamming into him, it was painful for both of us, but in that pain was a lot of pleasure as well, as I slid all the massive cock into his arse, the girth stretching it as I hammed it home slamming us both into the wall, his hands above his head and my hands over his nose and mouth.

14:30 Commando_Ivan_Usov: As I lean against the wall, I hear Mark's activity. At first I am puzzled as to what he might be up to, but then it quickly becomes clear as he secures my wrists to the mounting points of my swords. I growl... a low, deep rumble in my throat.

I could easily free myself... but I do not. Instead, I drink in the taste of his power, his control, his mastery. What a magnificent beast. He wraps himself around me, our legs twined together, points of heat and passion where we are connected.

His hand explores the thick mass of my powerful muscled torso, my manhood, which twitches and leaks beneath his touch. Then he covers my nose and mouth, cutting off my breath as he spears his weapon deep into my guts. My ass is tight, very tight. The last man who fucked me was Russell Shade, nearly a year ago.

His thick member forces entry, the pain is intoxicating, arousing, and exquisite as my entire body shivers from his forced entry. I thrust myself backwards, driving him even deeper into me. My dick twitches at his invasion, and I bellow into his hand, a raw release of deep primal sexuality.

14:56 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I don't remove my hand from his nose and mouth, I want to see how long he can last, and whether I can outlast him, as my cock slides into his tight ass, I don't use any lube, there is no gentleness in here at all, every slam I do forces us both into the wall.

I feel his roar into my hand and it makes me thrust quicker, faster, deeper inside him, my cock slamming inside him with increasing speed, every thrust slamming into the wall.

I move my other hand to his throat and start choking him out as I fuck him. Showing who was in control, making the lack of oxygen increase every sensation, every single thrust into him.

I lean closer and whisper. "I could kill you right now," I pressed on his carotid artery for a brief second, allowing him to see stars before releasing it as I thrust in again and again... and again.

Fuck this was horny, and I could feel myself swelling up inside him, getting ready to unload.

15:20 Commando_Ivan_Usov: He takes my ass with a savagery worthy of his might and power, driving it deep into my tight ass, forcing it's way in, driving in like an invader. But as I roar into his hand, I push back against his cock, trying to force it deeper, shuddering with brutal pleasure as it slams into my prostate.

My body is being slammed into the wall with each thrust, he's pouring every ounce of his might into it. And he does not remove his hand from my mouth and nose, robbing me of air, and indeed goes one step further, his other hand seizing my throat with a fierce grip. I can feel myself become light headed from lack of air. The sensation only increases my arousal.

My balls boil with the longing to cum. But I will not allow them to. I hear his whisper in my ear. And he could. He could kill me right then. I am dancing with a deadly foe, and that makes it all the more enticing to me. I hover on the edge of being knocked out as he drives into my carotid... making my whole being shake and shudder... His thrusts are deep, powerful, and unrelenting.

I am in the throes of deep passion with him.. a passion born of deadly danger... and irresistible attraction.

15:27 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I'm going to make him cum, and I feel his pleasure and pain as I block his artery so now with every thrust I put my hand on that pressure point, pushing him deeper and deeper into blackness with every single thrust.

I feel myself about to cum at least once, then twice, but each time I push it back, slowing only slightly each time... But it gets to the point where I can't keep it in much longer, and I move my arms into a sleeper hold and put as much pressure on as I can as I thrust, grunting, and then roaring in Ivan's ear as I start to spray my load inside him.

15:36 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Mark sets up a rhythm, a rhythm of power and control so utterly perfect that it takes every ounce of my will not to spill my seed. Each thrust of his massive British cock up my ass is accompanied by pressure on my carotid. I'm seeing stars almost constantly now... drifting on a sea of pure sensation, an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure every bit as powerful as the vodka.

Then, I feel him tense, and his hard muscled arm snakes tightly around throat, the curve of his bicep slicing into the hard cords of my neck, I can tell he has pushed himself over the edge. I began to lose consciousness from the pressure, and with that consciousness, the tight control I was fiercely maintaining on my own boiling balls.

As I start to slump out, my balls contract, and my dick fires thick ropes of my Russian seed to splash against the wall, unleashing a dream-like wave of pure pleasure and agonizing pain rippling up and down my spine, setting the nerves afire with pure sensation, the sound of Mark's roaring voice in my ear heard as though down a long, long tunnel, even as the far-off sensation of a deep pressure in my ass heralds the volume of British seed being deposited in the center of my body.

15:43 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: This has been one of my favourite and most brutal shags, I can happily say that, but I keep my arms locked around his neck until two things happen. One .. until both of us had spent every single bit of seed that we had.

And secondly until Ivan passed out.

I then lay him down on the floor and quickly grab my trousers and pull my phone out and take a picture of him naked and hard, uploading the image to the cloud, not for blackmail or anything else, purely for my own private benefit.

I then head over to his cupboard and pull on some of his clothes before leaving him there lying on the floor. I whisper in his ear. "Next time, all yours."

But I didn't stay often after sex and I went out of the door and headed back to my room.

09:28 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I drift into blackness as my dick spasms, spraying my seed all over the wall, taken into unconsciousness by Mark's steel-hard bicep wrapped mercilessly around my throat, his dick plunged to the hilt up my ass, adrift on a sea of lust, aggression, pain, and pleasure.

I wake up a few minutes later, and there is no sign of Mark. I'm laying on the floor, dazed, and still feeling the after affects of that brutal fuck. My nerves are still tingling, and my ass is burning. What a magnificent beast he is....

I smile, then check the time. I have five minutes before my planning session with Derek. Enough time to have another shot of vodka before getting down to business.

EARLY THE NEXT MORNING

I wake up around 3am, shower, and dress in utilitarian gear, black BDU's, a tight black shirt, combat boots. I walked outside in the freezing early morning air, slipping on my overcoat to inspect the preparations for departure. The Russian IL-76 cargo plane stood ready on the airfield, as our security detail loaded their gear.

Confirming a few details with the pilot, I headed back into the compound to find Mark. It was time to go.
10:53 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, they hadn't trusted me with a gun yet. I look up as Ivan comes in and I stand up.

"Are we ready to go?" I ask, I'm still wearing Ivan's clothes that I'd "borrowed" earlier on that evening and there isn't a look of hangover in my face as I face him.

"I've been on to my people - for reference my name is Mark Anthony, former Royal Marine, left two years ago with a dishonorable discharge. Anything Brotherhood related backstopping is over to you."

11:13 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I walk into Mark's room, and the corner of my mouth twitches slightly. "You seem to have shrunk overnight." My clothes are hanging loose and baggy on his smaller frame.

The redeeming quality of Vodka is of course it's purity. I've never had a hangover with Vodka. And it looks like Mark is every bit as clear headed as me. I smile, briefly remembering the wild time last night. I nod. "Noted. We have some leeway before the Syndicate will request our background check reports on our recruits."

I gesture at him to follow me. "We are ready to go. We are flying to Capetown today, then we will transfer to a submarine for the journey to Antarctica. This is where your people will need to be standing by. Once we obtain the cure, there will be no transport present to get us out of there. We will have to escape above ground. We don't have the coordinates of the facility, so we'll need to find some way to contact your people once we make our escape so they can come pick us up."

11:30 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "Make sure we bring two satellite phones, one for use and one for emergencies in case something happens to the primaries. I've got a team on standby to extract everyone."

"I've let them know it'll be there, they've got the HMS Prince of Wales on standby, we just need to get the call to them and they'll get us a way out."

I stand up and follow him. "I fucking hate submarines."

11:45 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I nod. "We will bring them. Now, let's go. A delightful journey in a small tin can beneath the icy waves followed by the frozen depths of hell awaits us."

LATE THE NEXT DAY

The submarine was cramped, especially for a man as large as I was. Everywhere I walked, I needed to crouch, and I felt irritable from the lack of space. But part of my irritability was due to the news I'd just received. It had been idle gossip from the Submarine crew, but it was a huge blow to our plans.

I carefully make my way through the narrow gangway until I find Mark. I sit down with some relief on the small seat next to him. "We are about five hours from the facility." My face is twisted into a deep scowl. I keep my voice low, my words audible to Mark's ears only. And, I speak in Russian. No one else on the submarine with us can speak Russian. "But there is a problem. The Blackguards, the other mercenary company the Syndicate has contracted to provide security at this base, will outnumber us 10 to 1. i would guess that the Syndicate were not pleased about ... Jeremy's ... infiltration of our group. Our detail is only meant to top up the security at the facility. I had no idea that the Blackguard had committed so many men to this operation, about 100 of them. We are only 12. This will increase the risk... substantially."

11:53 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "Not unless we can make the Blackguard a higher monetary offer to go and do work in... I don't know.. Zimbabwe. Considering the nature of what we're doing," I say in Russian. "I'm sure the British Government will open the checkbook. But I need to call David or Mason... assuming Mason's conscious enough to talk and the guy which Derek has left alive by the way, didn't leave him in too bad state to make deals."

"It'd be too suspicious to try and get rid of all of them, but if we can up their offer, and reduce the number heading there... It'll help, but I need somewhere private, and I need this submarine to be on the surface to get a sat phone signal to Mason."

12:17 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I look thoughtful as Mark proposes his idea before replying, "That is a good idea Mark, but it is unlikely in the extreme. You see, Mercenary companies are measured not only by their wealth and size, but their track record. Their 'street cred' if you will. If Blackguard cancel or modify their contract with the Syndicate, their reputation will suffer. No one is going to take them seriously any longer. Besides, they have been in fierce competition with us for years now, trying to break our near stranglehold on the best Syndicate contracts. If they suddenly pull out now, the Syndicate will blacklist them. They are unlikely to take such a risk."

"I'm open to other suggestions... but I think our best plan now will be to find out where the cure is located, then strike quickly. Speed, cunning, and surprise is our best bet now."

12:45 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "This is why I don't do mercenary well," he said thinking. "Okay... so outnumbered 10 to 1... that sounds like a pretty even fight to me."

He shrugged. "If Jeremy can make friends with you lot, I'm sure I can make some Blackguard friends while we're there... keep my ear to the ground."

"But yeah lets go with your plan."

13:01 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I chuckle, "I'll make a mercenary of you yet." I stand up, feeling a deep uneasiness in my guts. This was going to be ... a challenge. And I appreciated the challenge. But I would have perhaps preferred the stakes be not quite so high.

FIVE HOURS LATER

The submarine carefully began to surface, very carefully. The column of sea water carved out of the center of the glacier was lined with jagged chunks of ice that could easily slice a hole in the hull of the submarine. The pilot therefore navigated the tight space with an excess of caution.

Eventually, though, the submarine surfaced in a dome-shaped cave, a hollow bubble beneath the glacier. The hatch opened, and a small gangway was extended to the dock. I made my way up the tight ladder, a large backpack strapped on my shoulders, and a heavy duffle bag carried in one hand as I emerged into the surreal twilight of the ice cave.

I crossed the gangplank and made my way along the steel grated pathway leading into two massive double doors that slid open, flanked by Blackguard mercenaries who gave me a contemptuous sneer as I passed by them. I returned their gaze with a cold icy stare. We hated each other.

I made it into our quarters, navigating the steel-lined corridors, guided by the map our Syndicate handlers had provided, along with Mark and the ten other troopers. I noted that the Syndicate had invested more into this facility than any other I'd ever seen. Everything looked new, and made to last, steel was the preferred construction material, no concrete was visible.

The cost must have been enormous. As everyone trickled in, I could tell that the men were unnaturally quiet. Derek had personally briefed every single one of them on this mission. They knew what was at stake, and they had been hand picked. They also knew that the presence of so many Blackguard had complicated the situation enormously.

I wanted to give them some kind of pep talk, but I couldn't. We would have to be very careful of what we said while we were here. I sat down in the corner of the common room, noting with surprise that every man had his own room. That was almost unheard of. This place ... must be vast. Larger than any installation the Syndicate had ever built. Something didn't add up... but there would be time to figure that out later.

I went over the rota for tomorrows guard duty, and realized that we had a stroke of luck. Alpha squad, which I had put Mark in charge of, would be assigned to guard the entrance to one of three laboratory areas tomorrow.

I called Mark over.

23:47 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: The place was large. That’s always a problem and the guarding of the way in was duplicated throughout the base. And the fact that we were outnumbered was not helping.

Undercover assignments weren’t normally my thing. I’m much more direct. Much more straight to the point.

I head over to Ivan. Basically when I speak to him it’s just in Russian now. I thank the six month tour of Moscow I did with the Russian military now.

“This is the least friendly place I’ve ever worked. And that’s saying something.”

“What’s up?”

09:02 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I speak quietly, my words pitched for his ears only. His command of Russian was actually very impressive.

"Tomorrow, Alpha squad is scheduled to guard the entrance to Lab 3. I will place you in charge of that squad. That will be our chance to scout the lab and find the cure. I don't know exactly what we are looking for, but it is likely to be stored somewhere extremely secure. The extra security measures should be like a signpost for it. Then, once we find it, ... well, we'll have to wing this one. I will find a way to get to the surface so that once we have acquired the cure, we can escape. Feel free to help yourself to our armory." I gesture over at the wall, loaded with weapons, explosives, and equipment to satisfy the tastes of even the most discerning soldier.

09:33 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I look over at the armoury. "Well you know how to make a guy happy," I say. "Thank you."

"Looking for basically one of the highest secured locations in the lab," I nod. "Have you had a chance to look around yet - this place is massive. While I don't have as much of this job experience that you have, I've never known each security guard anywhere to have their own room. Think something else is going on here?"

09:50 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I look over at Mark. I think, but do not say it, that I know many ways to make a man happy. My eyes twinkle a bit though.

"I have not had a chance to look around, as you say. But immediately... something does not add up. I have never been in a Syndicate facility as large as this. Far larger than it needs to be. My guess is that this facility is permanent... and intended to house many more people than are currently here. If I had to guess, I would say the Syndicate is well aware of the chaos their little weapon is going to unleash.. and this is intended to be their bolt-hole."

10:05 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "Exactly, because it's going to be chaos, and governments aren't going to be able to control their populations... they can sit here happy and safe and the come out to save everyone...and rule them."

I shake my head. "Hence why we both need to stop this."

10:26 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I nod. "I think you have the right of it. It may never have been their intention to request a ransom at all. I wager they are making a bid for power with a capital P."

I suddenly feel that deep rage boil up inside me. They crossed a line... no, they crossed all the lines. Suddenly, I smile. "I have decided that tomorrow, my search is going to encompass more than simply a way out of here... I'm also going to find the most ... advantageous locations in this facility where a little C4 could have the greatest impact."

One thing was certainly clear. Derek, Daniel, Tommy and myself were going to have a very long discussion about the future of The Brotherhood of Steel. The Syndicate was no longer worthy of our business, no matter how well they paid.

10:33 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I look at Ivan. It's strange, I hadn't really expected to see a guy who was actually quite honorable, considering what I'd heard, and what had happened to the two kids that we'd gone in to rescue.

Maybe his honour went in one direction and not the other, but perhaps they'd view me the same way, as my job involved killing a lot of people as well.

But as I think that I just in the end nod. "That's for the best. Being where this is, it's not going to be easy to recover when it's gone... the elements will just reclaim it."

10:51 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I nod, "Tomorrow then. We will discover what we can." I stand up, looking around the room as the men settle in, their expressions grim, but determined. They all knew what was at stake, their families both here in the Brotherhood and in the world beyond. They would do their duty.

I stand up and put my hand on Mark's shoulder, looking at him. Thinking once again what a magnificent beast he was. My ass was still sore. Someday ... I might have to kill him. But I was perhaps not looking forward to that quite as much as I was before. "Sleep well Mark." Is all I say before I head into my room. I am asleep in no time. My sleep is deep, and dreamless.

11:21 Commander_Lucas_Gustafsson: I snarled as I slammed the door on my way out of the Syndicate handler's office. I told him that we would make up for the shortfall in men after the next recruitment drive. All the fuckers had to do was wait another two weeks, and we could provide ten more men. Well vetted and trained. But they were so fucking inflexible. They'd insisted on topping up our manpower with a detail from those cunts from the Brotherhood of Steel.

Why were they in such a fucking hurry anyways? But I couldn't protest too loudly. Not after licking their fucking boots for years now to get into consideration for the top contracts. But when the Brotherhood of Steel had their little security breach, they fell out of favor with the Syndicate, and that let the Blackguards finally nab this contract.

But if I'd known before hand that we were going to be fucking trapped beneath the Antarctic ice sheet in a tin can, no matter how luxurious, I never would have left Sweden. Fuck, I hate this place. Trying to keep morale up, trying to keep the men from going fucking stir-crazy, no one is allowed outside, fuck, I'm not even sure how to get outside, or how deep down we are, or where exactly the fuck we are. The Syndicate pays well, but they tell us nothing. Don't even know what the fuck they are doing that has to be done here in this frozen hellscape.

But I'm not being paid to know what they are up to, only to guard the place. But now they want to fucking babysit the security detail from the Brotherhood of Steel? They won't tell me why. Not a single fucking detail to go on. Only to keep a very close eye on them. Must have been something they learned last night that has them spooked. Well, maybe I'll get a chance to gut the lot of them. And get paid for it. I fucking hope so. I'll take a personal delight in ripping Ivan's arrogant guts open and stringing him from his intestines. I close my eyes.... that image brought a smile to my face.

11:30 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: This was a much larger room than I was expecting and was actually quite comfortable, but I didn't tend to like sterile environments with steel and bright lights, I tended to prefer the older army buildings, like my home base in Hereford which was pre WW2 when it was originally made.

I'm up at 0600 in the morning, getting changed into the supplied Brotherhood combat gear and picking up the weapons from the shelf before heading out to report to my first duty station as a mercenary.

11:49 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I wake up at 4am, my eyes snapping open. It was time to discover the lay of the land. I dressed in my combat gear, pulling on my boots, slipping on a tactical vest and a tactical belt, holstering my sidearm. I made my way out of our quarters, grabbing a protein bar to wolf down on my way.

I would start I think by discovering if this place had a basement... and if so, where might be some excellent mounting points for a bit of C4.

As I made my way out, I got a ping. I checked it. Frowning, it was the Syndicate handler. He wanted to see me at my earliest convenience. I sighed. What could he want with me?

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