Long Form Roleplayers

First read:
Aliens, Milk, and Blood - The London Outbreak Part 1
Enter Goliath - The London Outbreak Part 2
Good Cop, Bad Cop - The London Outbreak Part 3

16:10 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: “I told you mate, I’m used to them from the army. They think they’re the best at everything.”

“They’re not. They just think they are.”

I head onto the transporter putting my rifle across my chest and sat across from Sam. I look at him. Yeah he was good looking but I didn’t find arrogance at all good in a person.

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I sat across from the ginger-haired Copper. He was handsome, a big boy, built just how I like them, but it was clear he had a chip on his shoulder, and he was an arrogant bastard to boot. Didn't really have time for his attitude. He'd better know how to do his job.

It didn't take long before the transporter stopped, and the back opened up. I darted out with my squad mates, and acting in precise coordination we had the designated manhole cover lifted and shifted in no time flat, I shone my flashlight down the hole, inspecting the immediate surroundings. The smell was retched, but well, it was a fucking sewer. Not a perfume factory.

The sewer had a narrow walkway on one side, with the water taking up the rest of the space.

17:18 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I look at the other CO19 guys. “Tom. Max. Danny. You pick up the rear. I’ll go first with Wayne.”

I look at Sam. Not really caring where they were in the order. But I’m trying to play nicely with them. “You can come after me. Stick to the walkway. Not just because it’s less crap than the water. But we do have some alligators in the sewers.”

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I let the red-head lead the way. Makes him feel important. I get that. I sniff. "Alligators huh? I've had alligator before. It was good. But if there are alligators in there, I sure as hell wouldn't want to eat them." Alligators. Aye right.

I call out to the rest of my squad. I'm in charge since my Sarge didn't come with us. "Ryan, Ben, Zach, pair yourselves off with the CO-19 men, don't let the alligators eat them."

Then, I head down the ladder, my hardened, combat-trained muscle flexing smoothly as I glide down the ladder. I give my gear a final once over, then fall in behind the two Officers, switching into 'work' mode. Every move precise, crisp, scanning my surroundings constantly, listening and analyzing every sound for danger.

10:01 PC_Wayne_Lewis: I nodded at Aaron, and made my way down the ladder, falling in behind Aaron. I've been down in the sewers a few times, but it had been a while. The smell was revolting at first, but you get used to it. I followed after Aaron as we began to make our way down the tunnel, holding my assault rifle with care. I felt that surge of anticipation that always hit me before an action. This was probably the biggest action most of us had been a part of. And the stakes were high.

But there wasn't anyone I'd rather have at my back than Aaron.

10:07 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "You don't believe me, Corporal, it's true, they're actually crocodiles. And it's true, there was one in Camden a couple of years back." I put my gun in front of me as we slowly head through the tunnels.

I am a little annoyed they hadn't let me drive the tank, that would have been a really good story to tell Jason, there's very few opportunities in the policing world to actually drive a tank through the London streets, and let alone fire the gun on one.

I click on my radio quietly. "100m next left turning that puts us under the building."

10:55 Piotr_Kruschev: I was fucking furious. Not only did I fail to put that cunt Davey on ice, I was missing a chunk of my neck, thanks to one of those pigs. And it fucking hurt like a bastard. I was going to hunt down that pig who did this to me and cut him up into small pieces, very slowly.

I was sitting in my small office, tucked away into a corner of the warehouse, a thick bandage around my neck. I'd been reviewing how much B we'd been shifting, and I was raging. Too many dealers were trying to pull out, scared off by a few pyschos. It was time to head out and crack some more skulls. The Syndicate expected fucking results. This was my chance.

This time though, I'd take along some of the local muscle to help out. Had to do this fast. They were mostly useless, but hell, they had fucking assault rifles. Even a useless cunt with an assault rifle can manage to threaten some fucker without one. "C'mon boys, let's go out and play." I selected 10 of the armed thugs at random, and headed down into the basement, and through the ladder that leads into the sewers.

It's the only fucking way to get in and out of this shithole without alerting the pigs that were hunting for us. But.... enough dealers knew this little spot that I was pretty fucking careful whenever I used it.

I lead the way towards the intersection, moving carefully, slowly, listening. I felt uneasy... something... something wasn't right. The air was a bit fresher than normal, and I thought I heard some small clicks and sounds in the distance.

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I follow just behind the two Coppers, not even bothering to reply to his comment about Crocodiles. I could tell this Copper was an asshole as well as a first-class wind-up artist.

Illuminated by the dim glow of widely-spaced weak lights, I ignore the smell and continue carefully down the narrow pathway. There is a constant gurgle of water from the flowing sewer which makes it harder to hear stray noises. But my hearing is sharp. I thought I heard....

I put my hand out ahead of me, we are just nearing the intersection where we need to turn left, and drop it lightly on PC Aaron's shoulder, then PC Lewis's to make them pause, straining my ears.

10:01 PC_Wayne_Lewis: The moments passed by tensely as we approached the intersection. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I paused, looking back, catching sight of the intense expression on Corporal Mason's face. I strained my ears, trying to hear anything other than the soft gurgle of sewage flowing by.

11:09 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I turn and look at the SAS guy, he wouldn't have stopped without a reason. I slowly drop down to my knee and bring my gun up in case he's heard something coming down the tunnels.

But while I don't hear anything, I do feel something, like a small blast of warmer air going through the cold sewer. I tap the soldier on his shoulder and point down the corridor making a small circular motion that way.

11:25 Piotr_Kruschev: I inched up carefully towards the intersection, making a motion with my hand for the other fuckwits to stay quiet and move slow. One of them had failed to obey me before... so I'd made an object lesson out of that bastard. The others knew better now than to fuck with me. They were all quiet.

The tunnel approaching the warehouse was lined with small alcoves, recessed into the wall, housing some kind of valves. They made good hiding spots there were six altogether. I made a motion with my hand, and two thugs backed off into each alcove out of sight. I backed off into the sixth, and hunkered down. Wasn't gonna fucking take the chance. If someone was out there... they'd have to come to us. If it was some stupid dealer, well, he'd be dead. I kinda hoped it was some snoopy pig. That would be more fun.

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I nod as the Copper makes that small circular motion. He had a good head on him. I'd take my men across the intersection, circling around to the other side to get a better view and a flank on that tunnel.

I gestured behind me, and Ryan, Ben, and Zach stepped away. I boot my boot into the flowing sewage with delicate care, so as not to make a sound. The other three SAS men under my command were every bit as quiet. Slowly, we crossed the stream and with me in the lead, I approached the intersection on the opposite side of the flow from the coppers.

I looked carefully down the tunnel, but I couldn't spy anything. I didn't have a good angle on the near wall, but the far wall was clear. If I moved out any further, I'd be in full view of the intersecting tunnel. I figured this asshole of a copper was likely ex military. I was starting to grudgingly respect him. I gave him a hand signal indicating the tunnel was clear, but to proceed with extreme caution.

11:41 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I nod to the other CO19 guys and turn back to the intersection and scan down it and look across at Sam and sign that the corridor was clear this side as well. But there was a nagging feeling that there had definitely been a blast of hotter air that I'd felt and the SAS guy had heard something as well.

But there was nothing down here in the corridor.

While I don't believe the SAS were all they were cracked up to be, both of us had felt something. I look across the intersection at him and signed for him to cover me.

I take a light out of my vest and shone it down the corridor. I was therefore behind the light, it would be difficult to make out my shape. I put the light to one side rather than in front of me so that if someone shot at the light, they'd miss the body.

I then say very loudly , as if into my radio. "Yeah I'm at the intersection now, can't see a blockage, are you sure it was intersection 112A or 121A because this looks clean. Well this work order says 112A, it's not my fault if the office can't actually fucking type."

I turn around and make splashing sounds as I head off back the way we'd come before coming to a stand and eventually turning my light off and waiting silently.

Hopefully if someone was there, they'd think it was just a sewer worker.

12:14 Piotr_Kruschev: I caught sight of the bright light stabbing through the dimly illuminated, stinking sewer. I tensed. But waited... wanting to see what this fucker was up to. The other ten hiding in the alcoves knew better than to fire without my permission first.

I carefully peek around the edge of my hiding spot, but can't make out anything except a bright white light. Well fuck... Then, I hear his voice, and start to smile. A maintenance worker? Fuck. That explained it. Course, he'd have to be killed. Can't have him snooping around here.

I hear him splash off, turning back the way he came. We'd better follow him. I slide to the other side of the alcove and reach over into the alcove beside me, pulling on the cunt's sleeve, dragging him into my alcove while the maintenance worker is slogging back. I whisper in his ear, "Take your buddy, and go kill that fuckwad."

He moves back into his alcove, gathers his buddy, and then together they carefully make their way to the corner, and then the leading thug's head explodes in a shower of blood, and the other screams, going down with a bullet to his leg.

WELL FUCK. THE FUCKING PIGS... The other fuckers swarm out of their hiding spots, guns blazing. It's a FUCKING raid.

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I hunker down, my black SAS gear blending into the shadowed wall, despite the dim light. I catch the sign to cover him.

I listen to him play the disgruntled worker to a T. I grudgingly admit, Tommy probably couldn't have done it better. And it seemed to work.

Not long after, I see two fuckers with assault rifles creeping around the corner.

I don't hesitate. I raise my weapon, take sight, and blow the lead one's head off his shoulders with one careful shot. Ryan takes down the other, with a shot to his leg, the only part of him that he had sight on. It will do. He started to scream.

10:01 PC_Wayne_Lewis: I hunker down as Aaron pulls off his stunt. I'm in awe of him.. Damn. That man can think on his feet. He comes back, and not long after... things get hot. I surge forward, motioning the other CO19 men to follow up as two armed criminals are taken down by the SAS troops on the other side of the sewer.

I hear other screams and the sound of gunfire. Aaron's instincts were dead on. He'd saved us... saved us all from a potential ambush. Damn. What an incredible man he was.

12:35 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I put my light away as the gunfire reverberates across the darkness in the sewers and I pull my gun back up and head back to the intersection and turn and kick the drug dealer who was screaming in the face to knock him out.

I come up next to Wayne. "There's going to be more, no way people didn't hear that." I turn across to Sam and motion for him to take a flashbang off his jacket. CO19 didn't routinely carry grenades, we're not army after all, we're here to keep the peace and not use grenades randomly.

I turn to the others. "Eyes closed, hands over your ears," I say quietly, "When you feel the pressure, you can open them up."

13:39 Piotr_Kruschev: As my thugs started to swarm out of the alcoves where they were hiding, I stayed back in the alcove, letting them be my fucking meat shields. Besides, I wanted to spy out who was leading this little expedition, and go for them. I figured I'd have the best chance of nabbing the leader of the pigs if I stayed in hiding.

Suddenly, up above, back from the entrance to the basement I hear massive explosions, and more gunfire. FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKkk. This is a full on goddamn invasion... The cat's out of the bag now. My focus shifts... gonna make my escape, kill a few of these fucking pigs on the way out maybe. See if this can be salvaged. And I was this close.. this fucking close to getting myself on the in with the Syndicate.

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I already had my flashbang in my hand, and sailing down the tunnel before I caught the hand signal from Aaron.

He's already warned the CO-19 lads. They probably aren't used to a flashbang. I have to time it carefully, don't want it to detonate after it hits the water. I focus, and throw it towards the middle of the ragged bunch of assault wielding criminals.

The whole tunnel lights up and shake as though a thunderbolt had just struck the place. I'd gotten my eyes and ears covered. Then, I shouted out, not in stealth mode any more, to my fellow troopers, "CHARGE!" I surge forward, and take aim, a careful burst of gunfire takes out one staggering thug centre-mass, his chest exploding in gore from the burst of assault bullets.

Around me, my mates are opening up, and the CO-19 lads as well. We need to get into that basement, fast as fuck, hit these criminals from behind, keep them from inflicting any casualties on the other two groups.

10:01 PC_Wayne_Lewis: I nod at Aaron. Screwing my eyes shut, and plugging my ears. I feel the pressure wave, rock me, then I'm on my feet in a flash. Surging around the corner, taking aim at a staggering, wailing idiot in front of me, almost cutting him in half with burst of my rifle, sending him down into the river of shit.

14:03 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: Unlike the SAS guys, me and the CO19 officers stay back picking their shots at more of a distance, not closing as much as the SAS guys, they were disorientated, so it gave us a significantly easier time of it; looks like random thugs weren't used to flashbangs either, they were very disorientating if you weren't used to them - heck even if you were used to them.

I slowly move up with the other guys in two staggered rows towards the entrance mowing down the criminals, just doing my job with no emotional attachments to it. Just getting one thing done after another.

But I see a bigger figure further down the tunnel. "Wayne.... take the guys up and cut the others down from behind, we've got someone trying to escape."

I look at Sam... be good Aaron... be nice... "SAS... I can see the ringleader." Nodding down the tunnel the other way.

I glance at Wayne, the guy had been very badly injured if it was the same huge guy and I didn't want him to have to get into another fight with him, even if I'd far prefer him by my side than someone from the SAS. "You're in charge, finish the mission in the warehouse, I'll take the mouthy one to see if we can get that guy."

17:18 Piotr_Kruschev: Suddenly, there is a white hot blast of light and the fucking sound of a thunderclap? WHAT IN THE FUCK WAS THAT?? I was blinded... couldn't fucking hear a thing...

Then I figured it out... a mother fucking flashbang... those fuckers out there aren't just coppers... they got some kind of grenade chucking military bastards with them. Serious shit... I don't get paid enough for this crap.

I blindly dive out of my alcove, relying on my sense of direction to guide me away from the entrance to the basement. I hold my breath, and fucking dive beneath the sewer water. Can't believe I'm doing this... can't fucking believe it. Someone's gonna fucking pay.

I swim against the flow, and can start to hear again, gunshots, people screaming. I emerge from the stinking water, and realize I can see again, and mostly hear. I'm on the other side of the intersection, and I start to run for it. Time to get the fuck out of here.

Pretty fucking sure I'm being followed.... but I've got my own surprise for these bastards. I made my own escape plans. Come on fuckers... come and get me.

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I fire another blast, take down another thug. There's only one or two left, then soon, there are none. Shooting a fucking bunch of flash-banged amateurs is easier then shooting fish in a barrel.

I catch PC Aaron's gaze, and follow his nod, behind me, I turn, and can just spy a massive figure in the distance running. Not on my watch, he ain't escaping. I quickly raise my gun, and let out a burst of assault rifle fire, but just then he dashes around a corner. FUCK.

I look at the Copper. My eyes narrow. He was a big fucker. Important. I made a quick judgement. I ordered the rest of my troopers to join in with the CO-19 men. "Okay Copper, lets get that bastard." I'd rather have my own men with me, but each SAS trooper was worth three Coppers in a fight. They were better off helping out in the assault up above. Two SAS were overkill to take down one fleeing thug. Besides, I was developing a grudging respect for this donut-eater. He actually seemed to know what he was doing. He probably would watch my back almost, but not quite, as good as one of my SAS brothers would.

I start to dart towards the last place I saw Goliath, moving with speed, but precision, carefully choosing each footfall for maximum velocity and minimum noise.

10:01 PC_Wayne_Lewis: I fire once... twice... three times, staying in my assigned row like we'd drilled. Man, those SAS troops just charged in like cowboys. But they were good shots, I'll give them that. They didn't waste ammo.

We finished off the last thug, when Aaron called out to me. I listen, but my eyes narrow as I see that big bastard who fucked us up yesterday in the hospital. Piotr. The leader. "Aaron, fuck... We are partners.." It doesn't feel right. But I'm the senior officer here, and it's up to me to lead them.

Aaron was right. I'm in charge. I can't go off after this big bastard, no matter how much I was itching to. I snap my mouth shut, clap him on the shoulder, then turn towards the entrance of the basement. The SAS cowboys were already charging at it. I darted forward, leading the other three CO-19 Officers with me. I feel another explosion rock the warehouse up above.

I hope like hell the condemned structure doesn't collapse on us. Those SAS bastards who were meant to place charges on the rear entrance better not have messed it up.

17:25 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I smile at Wayne. "You have to do my probation review, ‘uses own initiative needs to be on there.’ Oh and if you see a tank, don't stand in front of it," I smile as I turn and head off down the sewer corridor splashing through the dirty water.

I move a lot more cautiously than Sam seems to as I head down the corridor keeping the gun up. "This guy attacked Wayne and I at the hospital, where our informant cum suspect was being held."

"He was going to kill the guy to stop him giving us the intel as to where this one is. He may look like a huge slow lump but he isn't, he's faster than he seems, Corporal."

"Bear that in mind."

"I'd say Eastern European thug made good, if I was to make a random guess." I keep my eyes through my gun's sight as I move cautiously and keep talking. "He's not your average street dealer in London."

"I know you don't understand the concept, SAS, but I think the sexy guy in the suit would like his guy alive as he may have intel that would be useful."

17:53 Piotr_Kruschev: I get to my special little hidey hole I'd prepared. A maintenance tunnel branching off the sewer, out of sight. This was all part of my escape plan. I never set up shop without making sure I had a backdoor when things got too hot. I flipped a switch on a panel, arming my surprise. C'mon you bastards... come get me.

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: The copper catches up to me, but he's making way too much noise as he splashes through the water. He doesn't seem to have mastered the art of moving silently. Ah well, it's not his fault. He's not SAS. I slow down and let him catch up.

He starts talking, at least he keeps his voice quiet, directed just at me. My rifle is held at the ready, the barrel darting left and right, as I scan the dark patch denoting the side passage Goliath went down.

I grunt softly at the warning. So the big man was more dangerous than he looked was he? Well, so was I.

Then, despite being in a combat situation, I nearly stumble as he mentions the sexy guy in the suit. And I can't help but grin. I turn and look at the Copper in a new light. "I tell you what ... Aaron" remembering his name after a brief struggle, "why don't you come volunteer to be an interrogation subject over at Hereford? I think you will be surprised at the various ... persuasive... ways we can keep a man alive. I'll be sure to mention it to my brother that you think he's sexy." I flash him a grin. Maybe he wasn't quite the asshole I had pegged him to be.

We started to get closer to the entrance Goliath had turned down. The lights were shot out in this part of the tunnel, it was approaching pitch black. I leaned in, dropping my voice to a low whisper, my lips practically nibbling his ear lobe as I spoke. "I'll cross to the other side of the junction. He won't see me in the dark. Then, I'll lob another flash bang to flush him out, and we can both rush him at the same time from different vectors. He's got to be in there. This tunnel is a dead end." I had memorized my briefing materials on the way, which included a local map of the sewer system.

18:05 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I turn and glare at the SAS guy for a brief second before my eyes go back on my sight. “Well fuck. Serves me right. Didn’t know he was your fucking brother did I.”

“And I’ve been at Hereford. You needed the paras to help chase your new recruits through the fields on escape and evasion. I was one of them.”

“Yeah. Tell him he’s sexy. I’m single and he’s fit as fuck.”

As we get to the tunnel I nod. “Got it Corporal. It’s a dead end down here if I remember right.” I too had memorised the locations.

“Take the lead soldier.”

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I wasn't surprised to learn that Aaron was a former Para. He was fairly competent.

As I started to carefully cross the stream, the brief image of PC Aaron with my brother James flashed across my mind. I focused then totally on the flowing sewer, stepping carefully, eyes and ears peeled. Suddenly, I catch a wire of some kind beneath the water, and the next thing I know there is a bright flash, and every nerve in my body locks up.

My brain stops working as I feel like I'm dipped in liquid fire, before I collapse face first in the flowing sewage, limbs twitching spastically, on the verge of unconsciousness, in danger of drowning.

10:22 Piotr_Kruschev: I grin as a bright flash outside my hidey hall illuminates the dark tunnel. A tunnel I'd intentionally darkened.

I dart out of my hole, and spy the figure spasming and twitching like a retard in the beam of my flashlight. I frowned. He wasn't a pig... one of those special forces bastards? My underwater tripwire had worked perfectly, exposing the stream to a live wire when it had been tripped was better than a taser. Time for me to make sure he was dead, then I'd make my escape.

10:16 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I pull my gun up at the sight of the flashlight. Only a quick glance to the SAS guy on the floor. I'd have to get him up quickly but I wasn't going to do that with someone else around, as it could end up with us both in danger.

I'd seen his look at me earlier when I was being cautious and not moving forward, but that was the advantage of caution. I felt a tingling in my legs but I was further away, but I knew that I'd need to stop the SAS guy from drowning. So whatever this was I had to finish it quickly to save his life.

"Armed Police, Drop your Weapons and take two steps backward," I say to the guy behind the flashlight. "Or I will not hesitate to open fire."

I slowly slide forward so I'm a bit closer to the SAS guy but not taking my eye off of my scope as I do so.

10:29 Piotr_Kruschev: Suddenly, I heard a voice shout out. FUCK... There had been more than one of the fuckers. But luck was on my side... It was the same pig who had taken a chunk out of my neck, so I'd get my chance at revenge sooner than I'd thought. Suited me fine.

I tossed my light straight at him, hiding me in the near pitch black darkness, then ducked low, shifting off to the side, to come at him from an angle he wasn't expecting, and sprang forward like a freight train, in a brutal leaping dive, looking to tackle him down before he has time to react. Gotta use speed and brute force to get out of this.

10:43 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I fired, but the three bullets hit the side of the corridor as I get tackled into the water flowing beneath us, my assault rifle skidding off into the stream somewhere in the darkness.

But I didn't want to be trapped under the guy, he was a big bloke and that would be pretty much the end of things, under the water under this guy, so I back pedal as he jumps forward so he just clips my legs slamming me to the ground rather than having his full weight on top of me.

I kick out brutally to his face, but it's not designed to do anything other than to get the water in his eyes for a second as I roll to one side and get to my knees jumping forward from a low base over to the SAS bloke and grabbing his body armour and pulling him to the side out of the water and slapping him around the face.

Which was oddly really pleasurable. I'd wanted to do that for years to an SAS guy.

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Every muscle in my body screamed like an abscessed tooth... I realized, vaguely, that I had been electrocuted.. Fuzzily, I tried to make my limbs move... but couldn't. I couldn't even breathe, I was under water. But finally, I feel something dragging me out of the water. I gasped and sputtered, starting to regain muscle control as I blearily realized that copper was slapping me upside the head over and over. Harder than necessary.

I gasp out... "Knock that the... fuck.. offf.." My speech was slurred.

10:22 Piotr_Kruschev: Bullets swished into the water beside me as I leaped, but that fucking pig was slippery. I only barely clipped him in the legs, he scurried back like a bug that fast.

There is a splash, and I scramble to grab him, but he kicks me in my face. FUCKKKKKKKKKKk. I'm stunned, thrown back into the wall, knocking my head, seeing stars. By the time I get my senses back, he's pulled the special forces guy out of the water.

I come at the pig from behind, reaching out with my hand to grab the back of the collar of his body armor, lifting my other arm to drive my elbow down like a spike towards the top of his head.

13:01 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "When you can fucking stop me from hitting you, I'll stop fucking hitting you," I said slapping him again. I used to be a Staff Sergeant, I'm used to Corporal's sleeping on the job.

"CORPORAL, GET THE FUCK UP, NOW!"

But I was concentrating too much on the SAS guy, not concerned about him so much, as I had known it had taken two of us to deal with this bloke last time and wasn't about to let the SAS lie down on the job... or drown...

I get yanked off my feet by the back of my black body armour and the next thing I feel is a massive hammer blow to the back of my neck, and I slam down into the water myself, stunned from the blow, dropping at sam's feet into the dirty water barely able to know where I am.

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Bleary, trying to focus, suddenly this fucking asshole of a Copper starts bawling in my face like my sergeant. It snaps me fully awake and I become aware of how much I hurt. But I don't have time to reflect on the situation.

Suddenly, the Copper is ripped off me, and he drops like a poleaxed bull into the stream of sewage. I reach over with shaking hands on pure combat-trained instinct for chest-sheathed combat blade. My muscles are having trouble coordinating, but there is no fucking way I am going to die, or going to let this asshole of a copper who wants to fuck my brother, drown in the sewer. Especially not after he saved my life.

I slam the blade forward, sinking it into the massive tree-trunk like thigh of Goliath.

10:22 Piotr_Kruschev: I lift my foot, getting ready to curb stomp the back of the Copper's head while he's sputtering in the water. When, impossibly, that fucking special forces bastard stabs my leg! With a wicked sharp blade. It hurts like a mother fucker!!! I HOWL!!!!!

HE SHOULD BE FUCKING HALF DEAD!!! I reach out with one hand to grab the collar of his battle armor, and heft him up, screaming bloody murder as my leg shakes and trembles, I pull back my other fist and smash him right in his pretty boy face with a satisfying crunch and spray of blood.

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I pull the blade out of his leg, and shaking like a leaf I start to scramble to my feet, when suddenly just like Aaron had warned, Goliath moves faster than a man his size has any right to move, my collar is seized and suddenly someone hits my face with a hammer. I can feel my nose shatter as my blood sprays everywhere.

Nearly knocks me out cold. But I'm SAS for a reason. Still gripping my knife, despite my head being full of stars and fireworks, I slash up with my blade, slicing his thick muscled arm with a deep gash to make him let go of my collar.

13:26 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I slowly come around and spit out sewage as I roll to the side and start to get my bearings again. I think I've dislocated my shoulder when I hit the ground, something's not right there as I barely get up to my feet.

I stumble forward straight into the SAS guy putting my arms around him and yanking him backwards away from the guy's deadly fist and more than that breaking connection between the SAS guy and the thug and bringing my yellow taser up and shooting it at the guy's neck from close range pulling the soldier back so he's not in connection with him, but falling onto one knee as I reached the limit of my co-ordination after being hit on the back of the head as I splash back down into the water again. At least this time I wasn't face down in it.

13:55 Piotr_Kruschev: I hold tight onto his collar, and pulling back for another shot, when somehow, even after I practically fucking caved his face in, he slashes my arm with that blade, a thick cut across my tricep. I scream out, but despite the pain, I fucking refuse to let him go, gonna kill this fucker, and pull back my first for another smash into his face when suddenly, that stupid Pig yanks the special forces guy out of my grip.

I turn, bleeding from my leg and arm now, when the pig fires a taser at me. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I FUCKING HATE BEING TASED.

My limbs start shaking and I fall backwards landing on my butt on the ledge. My nerves all fucking scrambled... I've been tased before. And while it hurts like a mother fucker, it don't take me that long to recover.

They are both pretty fucked up as well. I got this. I'll rip their heads off and piss on their fucking corpses. I was fueled by a savage, burning rage.

I was still twitching and staggering from that stupid taser, but I roared into motion, holding onto the wall to help my balance as I lifted my bleeding leg to blast the big sole of my boot into his head.

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I'm still feeling pretty dazed. I knifed Goliath in the arm, but he still didn't let go of me, and he's winding up for another blast. Fuck... Trying to bring my arm up to block, lift my knife for another strike, when the Copper rips me free of his grip and tases the big bastard.

I grunt as I try to get my speech working again... "You aren't... half bad... for a copper.." I can see that Aaron is pretty banged up, maybe concussed. Then, impossibly I see that fucking Goliath getting up again, after being tased... his boot his headed for Aaron. I roar, and explode up off the ledge, shouldering his leg aside, and driving my fist right for his crotch.

10:22 Piotr_Kruschev: Suddenly, at the last moment, that fucking special forces prick shoulders my boot aside and drives his fist in my balls. I howl, staggering back, and vomit noisely into the stream of sewage as I barely keep my feet up. He comes after me, but I can tell he ain't too steady on his feet.

But neither am I. There is something floating in the water, and I fling it up at his face. Instinctively, he raises his hand to block it, and I lash out with my good arm, and with a savage surge of strength, I grab the blade and yank it out of his hand, flip it, turn it, and plunge it for the side of his neck.

14:37 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "And you.... well SAS still think too highly of themselves," but I crack a small smile as I take a breath - but then the guy is up on his feet again, and I start to move out of the way of his boot, but it's too slowly, and then the SAS guy gets in the way and slams the guy back down again.

But everything we do takes a lot out of us after the injuries we've had - I see the SAS guy turned away as the guy grabs the knife and goes to kill him with it, so I shoulder charge the soldier out of the way and take the blade in my shoulder instead, at least there there is armour and padding, even though the force of the blade gets through it, and blood pours out of the painful wound.

"I thought the SAS were meant to have eyes in the back of their head," I grunt out as I pull my pen out, my notebook is already wet and soggy, but police always have to make notes, so we always carry pens and yank it around and jam it into the hand holding the knife, right under the wrist to get him to drop it.

I collapse onto the floor again, pulling the knife from my shoulder and throwing it at Mason. "Fucking end this." I say as the blood pours from the wound.

14:57 Piotr_Kruschev: Suddenly, that fucking pig is messing up my aim again. My blade slams into his armored shoulder rather than the special forces guy's neck. His armor blunts most of my strike, but enough gets through to mark him. Gonna fucking KILL those bastards. I go to pull the knife out when he stabs my wrist with a ... pen? SERIOUSLY?? A FUCKING PEN?

It hurts like a mother fucking bastard though, and he sinks it in good. I stagger back, holding my wrist and howling. Suddenly, I'm having second thoughts. These fuckers are freakishly lucky... it's taking me too long to kill them. I can always hunt them down later. I can hear the gunfire and explosions tailing off up above, making me realize that those idiot thugs are probably mostly dead now. And any minute more special forces pricks and pigs are gonna come swarming down here. Time to go.

I turn, and start staggering down the tunnel.

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Goliath blinds me with something floating on the stream of sewage, and I bring my hand to block. Again, moving too fucking fast for a big man, he seizes my knife outta my hand. I start to throw myself aside, combat training kicking in, when the Copper slams into me, knocking me back.

I get my eyes cleared, and see the big bastard starting to run. The Copper tosses me my knife, ripping it out of his shoulder. I get up to chase the big man, but my body is too fried to run. I take careful aim, and let the knife fly, hurtling end over end. But with some kind of sixth sense, he ducks at the last second, and my blade, which should have pierced the back of his neck, nicks his ear instead. FUCK...

I turn though, and check out the copper. We are both in a bad way. "I got eyes in the back of my head and the front, copper. Otherwise you'd be dead. But I guess you must have a few extra eyes yourself... or I'd be dead too." That was almost an apology and an expression of ... respect. Almost.

"C'mon, don't you fucking bleed out on me now. And we don't want that getting infected." Which down here, was almost a certainty. I grabbed a small bottle of alcohol from a portable medkit off my tactical belt, and dumped it on the wound, rubbing it in with a sterile pad and bandage, a bit harder than was necessary maybe, but hey, payback was only fair.

15:34 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "Fuck that hurts," I say as I sit down. "Fucker got away..." I wince as I put my back against the wall and look at Sam. "Thought you SAS guys always got your man... or is that the Mounties."

I smile as I look at him. "You're the least irritating SAS guy I've ever met, and I've met a lot of you."

I breathe heavily as I lean against the wall. "So you going to set me up with your brother, now I saved your life? I promise to be gentle with him."

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I listen with a grin as he tells me how much it hurts. Damn right.

He mentions how we always get our man... and I remember Wales.. with Mark, and Jordan and Kurt... we still haven't gotten them yet. But we will. I give the copper a cheeky grin though, "Always. When he least expects it, we'll be waiting for him. He's on our radar now." And he was. Dangerous mother fucker. Could have killed me. If not for this Copper.

I put the finish touches on the sterile pad, taping it in place. Then I look at him with a twinkle in my eyes, "And you are the least incompetent copper I've every met, and I've met a lot of them."

Then, I realize that maybe he's being serious... about my brother? This is a very surreal conversation to be having in a sewer after a life and death fight with a giant mountain of psychotic muscle. I laughed, "Sure. Why not? I'll even put in a good word for you with him. We have .. similar tastes in men, so he'll probably trust my judgement."

16:19 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "Didn't think they let gay guys in the SAS," I say as I look at him. "I thought you all had to be strict womanisers."

I slowly get to my feet and lean down and pick up my useless assault rifle, but it's not good form to leave weapons lying around in sewers.

This guy was hot though, as long as he wasn't wearing his uniform, that's more than likely for me to throw up. "Maybe you'd want to get a drink instead then... I mean.. I did save your life, least you can do is pay."

I start heading back towards the entrance pulling out my torch and shining it ahead. "We need to get to the others, make sure they're all okay."

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I look at him sideways, "They didn't ask me, and I didn't tell them. As far as the SAS cares, if you make it through selection, you belong, regardless of where you like to stick your cock." I grin at him, he seems more attractive to me now than he did when I thought he was an asshole.

I stagger over, and retreive my combat knife, laying on the far ledge, then rejoin him. "You know, my brother was in the SAS. One of the finest. But unfortunately, he was an officer. Not sure if that might cool your jets." I wink at him.

"But if we are talking about saving lives... well fuck, Copper, I saved yours a few times as well. I think we're even. You buy the first round, and I'll get the second."

I wince slightly, still feeling pretty jangled from nearly being electrocuted. I nod, "I think the action is almost over. The gunfire is winding down. I wonder if that tank knocked down the warehouse? Guess we'll find out." I move out next to him. He was actually a fairly decent mate, for a copper.

17:05 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "Oh fuck why the hell did he need to be an officer," I sigh.

"Yeah you did, thank you," I say grudgingly. "I'll tell you why I don't like your lot, and you can tell me why you don't like mine." I wince painfully. "I was closeted in the para's, but never needed to be in the police. I've only been in CO19 for a few months, was a response copper before that."

"We can chat over a beer then... and then my place may be better than bunking up in a truck in London," I say hitting on him. "If you want of course."

I get to the way going up into the building and climb the ladder cautiously, and when there isn't a hail of gunshots, I get rid of the grate and into the warehouse. Collapsing onto the ground when I got there and it was safe.

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I walk beside Aaron as we begin to make our way out of the sewer, headed back to the lighted section. Every muscle in my body is sore as hell after getting electrocuted, plus my nose is still bleeding from getting bashed in by Goliath, but hell, this is nothing compared to what happened back in Libya. It's nothing.

"I'm not exactly closeted, but I don't broadcast it either. I know a few others in the SAS as well." I shrug. "James is a good role model in that respect. He never did get hung up on it. He just kept himself to himself, and fucked who he wanted."

I give him a sideways grin as he brings up why he don't like 'our' lot and why I don't like his. "Tell ya what, I'll give you the inside story on what went down in Coventry, then you'll know exactly why I wasn't too impressed."

I do a double take as he actually comes on to me. I mean, he was pretty beefy, and extremely handsome in a very rough and ready kind of way. And he was ginger. I did really like gingers. And hell... Tommy and I weren't officially boyfriends yet, and well, all this fighting had made me pretty horny.

Why not? "Be glad to shack up with you rather than the back of a truck. On one condition... we both shower first." The smell was pretty rank. I mean, well, it was a sewer.

I climb up just behind him, collapsing on the ground next to him. Fuck. I was pretty beat up. So was he.

I looked around. A lot of dead bodies. But none of them were SAS or CO-19. Looks like our plan had worked.

10:01 PC_Wayne_Lewis: Now where the fuck was Aaron? I walked around the massive Challenger 2 that had blasted the main doors open, and stepped over a few dead bodies of the armed thugs.

They had been fucking useless. Sure, they had assault rifles, but they didn't have a clue how to use them, and getting attacked from four different directions had confused them so much that we hadn't lost anyone. There were some flesh wounds, but nothing serious.

The back doors were blown in with sharp precision, the SAS lads had been true to their word, and taken the doors down in perfect coordination with the Challenger 2 blasting down the front door and the other SAS lads airdropping onto the roof. We had reached the fighting just in time to kill the thugs that were desperately trying to retreat. Investigators were now sifting through crates and crates of B, and gathering evidence.

But none of that mattered right now, I wanted to know where Aaron was. I headed for the trapdoor just as it popped open, and Aaron and the SAS Corporal popped out. I trotted over, not even trying to hide the relief in my face, or the concern. There was a lot of blood, on both men. "Hey Aaron, what the fuck? You have to learn to take better care of yourself." I shout out over my shoulder, "Medic!"

Then I lean down, and check them both out. They are grinning, for some strange reason. "Did you get Piotr?"

09:38 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I smile up at Wayne. "No...." shaking my head. "Same outcome as when you and I dealt with him. He got away." I sit up and look at my partner as the medic comes over and starts to look at my shoulder.

"Again."

"I'm starting to think that it needs more than two people to deal with him. But like last time he thought he was going to win and didn't... so lets take that as a win."

"I need a shower," I say as I lie back down on the concrete. "Suit guy can wait for his update till tomorrow, Wayne." I smile up at him. "Everyone safe up here?"

10:01 PC_Wayne_Lewis: "Yeah, we are all fine up here, a few minor wounds is all. They were swarmed under. Amateurs, all of them." I shake my head. "He got away??? Again? Well fuck. Next time, we'll go in mob-handed when he shows his oversized face. Important thing is that you are ... mostly ... all right. And Rambo there as well, of course." I add that last bit as an afterthought.

I wrinkle my nose, "But.. I have to say Aaron, I really preferred the milk smell, to be honest. You seriously need a shower. Want a lift back to your flat? And don't worry about suit man, he's over there." I point him out, as he's talking animatedly with some SAS and CO-19 officers, standing over a crate of B.

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I sit back and just catch my breath. I really want a shower, I look over at Aaron as his partner, Wayne, mentions a lift.

10:17 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "I would point out that I saved his life twice," I say as I look at Wayne. "He only saved my life once.... so that makes me one up on him at least."

I wince as I sit up after the medic has finished and then stand up and look at my partner. "It does seem the past twenty four hours have been just a deluge of me being covered in a load of crap no matter where we are."

"But we've done a great job, a load of really dangerous drugs are off the streets. That's the really important thing. Someone got away. That matters a lot less than the drug getting out of the hands of the people selling it."

"I'm going to go to the pub with the SAS bloke later, so if you wouldn't mind giving him a lift... we can put him into the back seat so we don't have to look at him. While I've not changed my mind on the SAS it's the least I can do for someone who saved my life. Plus I can explain to him in mind numbing detail why I hate their guts."

"And yeah... Rambo-ing... if he'd actually not run ahead he wouldn't have gotten tasered, I still think being cautious is a significantly better way of doing things... unless you're driving a tank.. then it's not necessary." It has been a fucking long couple of days. It really had. I had barely eaten since our aborted lunch. Pizza was definitely on the agenda for later. "At least we have two rest days after today to get back to normal before our next shift mate."

"Can you not write down 'stinks' in your appraisal... that would be very helpful." I head back over to Mason. "Hey, if you want to shower at mine before the pub you're more than welcome, PC Lewis is giving me a lift back to mine if you want one. Assuming you've got a spare uniform stashed somewhere... or I can give you a parachute regiment t-shirt to wear."

10:01 PC_Wayne_Lewis: I look down at the Corporal, chuckling slightly.

"You are going to head to the pub with him are you?" I look like I was going to say more, but I hold my tongue. I had my suspicions, but that's all they were. And none of it was my business. Besides, the Corporal wasn't my type at all. He was too cute, and too small.

"C'mon on then, hop in. He can sit in the back seat... where we normally transport suspects. He'll be behind bars. That should keep from doing anything Rambo-ish, like hoping into the front seat and trying to grab the steering wheel out of my hand." I grin down at him.

Then, I turn back to Aaron. "I would have so loved to see you drive that tank... but instead, we got sent to the sewer. Typical."

I head off to the patrol car, followed by the Corporal and Aaron.

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: "Hey! That's not how I count it. I saved your life twice. Once when that bastard was going to curb stomp you, and again when he tried to kick your head off. " I was grinning the entire time, he was fun to banter with.

"If you think I can't get out of the back of a police car if I want to... well, just realize you are lucky that I'm a bit tired just now. Otherwise, I might do it just to show you up."

I actually laugh when he mentions me not being cautious. "Oh yeah? Well, if you hadn't been stomping through the water like a hippo, letting him know we were coming, I wouldn't have been nearly fried."

I nodded gratefully at Aaron though, "Yes please, I'd love a shower right about now. I don't think they'd let me into a pub. I have my pack with me in the transport, I come prepared. There is NO WAY IN FUCKING HELL you are going to put a para t-shirt on me, let's get that clear right now. Let me say good bye to my brother first."

I walk over and grab Jame's shoulder. He turns to look at me quizzically. I nod my head over at Aaron, and wink at James. His expression is priceless... he looks in turn, shocked, mortified, and then finally a bit envious before grinning and sending me off.

I hurry up, wincing as the effort makes me sore as fuck. The medic had at least put a bandage on my nose, but there wasn't much to be done for electrocuted muscles except time. I catch up with the coppers, and slide into the back. I've never been in a police cruiser before. It's a novel experience. Just for fun, I began figuring out how I'd make an escape if I needed too.

11:09 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I walk with Wayne towards the car. "I mean how many opportunities are there for me using my tank driving skills in the centre of London. This may have been the only one."

I glance back at the SAS guy. "Yes.. the kick to the head wouldn't have killed me, therefore that doesn't count, it's not like I've not been kicked in the head before, in either of my jobs. It's an occupational hazard. Whereas your drowning and your knife to the neck... both fatal injuries which I saved."

"And if you think me making noise is what caused you to hit a trip wire you couldn't see then you're deluded.. which to be fair is an occupational hazard in your regiment."

I put my assault rifle in to the centre slot in the car and lock it. "When you get back to the station, that's going to need some repair, it got a bit waterlogged." I put my seatbelt on and sit back and look in the rear view mirror. "Yeah... he's safe back there. He won't jump you Wayne."

"Then two days of not having to deal with crazy."

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I roll my eyes as the Copper keeps up the one-up-manship. It was actually kind of hot. He was exactly the kind of in-charge no-nonsense type of bastard that I loved to fuck around with. He wasn't, actually, that different than Tommy. Except Tommy was smaller, smarter, far more adventurous, spontaneous, and well, almost exactly the opposite of Aaron. But other than that, he was a lot like Tommy, in as much as I found both of them hot.

"You didn't see the size of that boot headed for your head. It was about the size of a tractor trailer. If it had hit, trust me, it would have literally caved your skull in. I count that as a save. If you don't believe me, we could always track him down and have him kick you in the head again, and this time I won't try to save your nit-picking, over-cautious ass. Just for the sake of science, you understand."

"And as for that tripwire, c'mon Copper, he probably only armed it AFTER he heard an elephant stomping towards him. Based on that, I'm considering striking your first save from the records, since it was undoubtedly your clumsy assed fault." I couldn't remember the last time I'd had this much fun tweaking this handsome copper. I was looking forward to seeing how well he could kiss.

10:01 PC_Wayne_Lewis: I stow my own assault rifle in the middle locker, and nod at Aaron, "I'll get everything checked out, don't worry." I glance back at our passenger as he continued to banter back and forth with Aaron.

"At this point, I'm not worried about him jumping me, it's more like what will it take to shut him up? You reckon we ought to tase him? That might give us a few seconds peace." I winked over at Aaron as I pulled up outside of his flat.

For a moment, I considered asking if I could join them at the pub, but decided against it. I didn't want to be a third wheel. Besides, I was fucking exhausted. A quiet night at home would help me unwind. And unlike with Jace, I didn't really fancy any kind of three way with this annoying SAS Corporal. I mean, he wasn't as annoying as when I first met him, but he really wasn't my type. And... didn't want things to get weird with me and Aaron.

I let them both out, then wave at them as I pull off, "See you in a few days Aaron!"

12:00 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "Yeah yeah... whatever ... armed police have a duty to announce our presence, we're protectors, not thugs, we're not meant to be stealthy."

Eventually I get out of the car, my opinion of the SAS not actually much better now that he was arguing that a kick to the head was equal to a knife to the neck, that's not even vaguely the same.

I nod to Wayne as he drops us off. "Stay safe. I'll see you in a couple of days."

I turn and head around the alleyway next to the pizza place and unlock the door and head upstairs to my flat and show Mason inside. "Try not to walk anywhere. I would normally say make yourself at home, but I don't want it dirtied." I head into the bedroom and start taking my uniform off and look at him.

"You're less of a wanker than I expected you to be, not like some of your people." That's pretty much the only compliment that I can give, and it was fairly double edged.

"Shower... then pub."

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I get out of the back of the police car, and follow Aaron up the stairs. My stomach rumbles loudly as I smell that pizza. Fuck me, I'm hungry.

I enter his flat, and look around, whistling, "Damn, this place is posh. Swank. Compared to my barracks." Of course, I wasn't going to compare his place to Jame's mansion.

I look over at him, "If you don't want me to walk anywhere, why don't you carry me to the shower?" I grin, and drop my duffle bag on the floor of his kitchen.

I follow him to the bedroom, and shed my clothes. Even though they are soiled, I'm actually extremely careful to fold all of my battle gear neatly, and stack on top of my boots so as not to soil his carpet. Being neat and organized comes second nature to me.

I actually really approve of Aaron's flat, it's spartan, with only a few things around that matter to him. Records of his service as a Para, and a picture of some New York cop.

Blithely, I quickly strip naked, the sharp, cut lines of my muscled physique clearly evident of a man who was mega fit, though lean. And unashamedely, my cock was semi-hard. I really liked this wanker. He had lots of rough, sharp edges that appealed to me. And I was horny. Very.

"You are every bit of the wanker I expected you to be. But, what I wasn't counting on was how you are actually not entirely incompetent." I grinned at him as I continued to give as good as I got.

I walk into the shower, following after him, and casually call out to him, "Shower... then a simultaneous dose of food and pub, if you please. I'm fucking hungry as well as thirsty. Your shower is just big enough for two. I'm too hungry to wait around while we both shower separately. I don't bite. Usually. Unless I'm in the mood."

12:18 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I strip off my t-shirt and drop it in the laundry basket in my bedroom and look at him before taking my boots, and then trousers and boxers off. I'm very hard as I look at him. "Yeah... shower... then maybe something before the pub."

"Then if you're not too bad I'll pop downstairs and get some pizza, we can eat that then go to the pub."

I head into the bathroom and into the shower and turn the water on waiting for the SAS guy to come in as well, he was fit, and I pull him into the shower under the water and look at him.

"You'd have loved me to carry you in here, like the police carried your ass today." I lean forward to kiss him though straight after that, I was very turned on and wasn't going to turn down sex with someone this fit, even if he was SAS.

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I enter the shower, taking in this big ginger haired beast. Damn, I was hard for him. I liked him, despite the fact he was an over-cautious copper, he was pretty competent. And he was former military, only a Para, but well, that was better than nothing.

He insults me again, but before I can come up with a retort, suddenly we are kissing. Well, he was a clever bugger. He did, after all, know how to shut me up.

I pinned him against the wall, hungry as drove my tongue in his mouth and ran my hands up and down his body. He wasn't as fit or toned as I was, but he was a big fucker, solid like a rock, and fuck, did he feel good as I grabbed him tight beneath the hot water.

12:53 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I put my hands around him pulling him closer so he can feel my hard cock between us as I continue kissing and putting my hands down his back to his ass.

He was fit, toned, shorter than I was but I could feel the muscles as I ran my hands over him. I pull away for a second to shower some more.

“Like what you see Corporal. “

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I look up into his eyes as we break off our kiss, my cock is leaking pre-cum. I grab some shower gel and slather it on us both, soaping him up, taking the chance to feel his body again.

I grin at him, "I like what I feel, that's for fucking sure." I heft his hairy balls as I soap them up, "If you stuck a bag over your head, then it would be perfect." But the truth was I found him exceptionally handsome.

13:12 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I laugh at him. “Yeah well it’s good of you to think of me like that. I mean the paper bag stops me from having to look at you so that’s pretty much good from my side.”

I point at the para tattoo on my torso and smile. “See. You just get to look at this even with a bag on.”

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: My eyes twinkle as I finish soaping up his thick ginger body, and rinse myself off. Damn, a shower feels so good.

I check out his Para tattoo and grin, "I got just the solution for that blemish. Easy. I'll just coat it in 100% pure SAS jizz."

I step out of the shower, drying off. I make my way back to my duffle bag, stark naked, and quickly toss on a simple white, tightly fitting t-shirt and jeans, with a simple pair of boots. "Where's that pizza Copper? And I fucking hope you are better at ordering pizza than those coppers in Nottingham." I smile at him. He wouldn't get the joke, I know, but I'll never forget how the unexpected presence of onions cost the life of that bank manager.

14:10 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I lean over and kiss him, still naked, "You want to eat before sex then... typical squaddie, always thinking of food." I smile though.

"Yeah I heard about that, didn't some sergeant up there order the wrong type of pizza. Wayne mentioned it when I complained about the SAS going in and doing the job that they could easily have gotten decent coppers to go up and do."

"But that's up North, wouldn't get that crap down here."

I pull on my own t-shirt, an old para one quite deliberately and my jeans and put my shoes on. "You wait here... I'll pop downstairs and get it. You get some beers out of the fridge."

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: "Hey, sex requires energy, and that means food. Fuck yes I've got my priorities right."

"Well, if you consider yourself a decent London copper... prove it to me. Get me some fucking pizza." I give him a final kiss as he goes out to get our grub.

I catch sight of his old para t-shirt. I snort. I'd never go around advertising I was SAS. Just wasn't done. I fucking loved how he was trying to rub me the wrong way the whole time. For some reason, the more he ribbed me, and the more I ribbed him, the hornier it made me.

I pop open his fridge, and pull out a six pack of beers. I fish around for a bottle opener, and set it out on the table. I pop open two beers, and start in on mine. Ahhhh damn, that's refreshing. I swallow a big swig of it with deep satisfaction. I sit down at his small kitchen table, and prop my feet up on his table, leaning back in my chair with a contented grin on my face.

I was looking forward to porking that hot Copper. Yes I was.

14:43 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I grab the pizza from the pizza shop, they're always good to me, and I get a large pizza which has the nice guy who owns the place wanting to know whether I had a guy over for the evening.

I just rolled my eyes and headed back outside and to the alleyway and grabbed the keys to my apartment.

The next thing I felt was a taser hitting me, at least that's what I think it was. I drop the pizza in the alleyway before falling into unconsciousness... I didn't feel the person picking me up and heading down the alleyway to a car and bundling me into the boot before driving off.

10:22 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I enjoy my beer, and savor the anticipation of some hot sex. But eventually, I begin to get a bit impatient. I mean, how long can it take to grab a pizza from a pizza shop right downstairs? It's been like 30 minutes already. Frowning, I head down.

I wedge his door open, so I don't get locked out. As soon as I exit out into the alley, I see a pizza box just splayed open in the alley. Instantly I begin to feel that something is really wrong here...

I head into the shop and ask the owner if heard anything unusual. He hadn't.

What the fuck??? He's just gone. Vanished. This is awkward. On so many levels.

10:01 PC_Wayne_Lewis: Suddenly my phone rings. I put my book down and grab it. I listen to the voice on the other end... and my guts clench with fear.

It's the Corporal... and the story he tells me is chilling.

First, I call our Sergeant and explain to him what happened. He promises to send a team out to the alley and check it out. Then, I call Jace... Jace has a right to know.

Published: 2021-10-31, viewed 43 times.