Long Form Roleplayers

(Read Part 1 first: https://venus.chatfighters.com/story/50469)

08:26 AgentJamesMason: I felt relieved as you took my request the right way. Nodding, with a reassuring cocky grin, I let go of your shoulder. You were ready for this, I could feel it. We both get out of the car, as I pull my overcoat tight against the winter cold, looking over the car to catch your eyes as you let me know that you have my back. I feel how sincere you are, and I trust you. My answering grin is full of determination and gratitude.

08:26 AgentJamesMason: I walk slowly towards the warehouse, aware of all the eyes on us. We didn't belong here, we stood out, and that was dangerous. But I moved casually, slowly, trying my best not to draw attention, but keeping the groups of homeless people huddling over the fire in the corner of my eye, on alert for anything out of the ordinary.

08:26 AgentJamesMason: So far though, nothing. I reach the warehouse with you right behind me and walk along, slowly, casually, my ears straining for the slightest noise inside. So far though, I hear nothing. I come up to a broken window next to a door set on the side of the warehouse. The window is set high up, and I have to stand up on my tiptoes to catch a glimpse, but the interior is so dim I can't see beyond a few feet. I walk to the door then, and reach inside my coat to take out my lockpicking case. I nod at you, but stay quiet. I carefully pick the lock with the delicate metal tool held in my experienced hands. I listen for the click, then turn the handle slowly, entering the warehouse, trusting you to be right at my back.

08:26 AgentJamesMason: As soon as I enter the room, I take a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the dim light. We are in a small room, with broken, trashed furniture and crates littering the floor. There is another door leading deeper into the warehouse, and I check the dust coating the floor carefully for footprints, and sure enough, there are prints in the dust. I kneel down, looking at them carefully. The prints were clearly made by men wearing heavy combat boots. Homeless people didn't wear combat boots. My sense of danger suddenly went up several levels. We were definitely onto something. I gesture down at the tracks for you to examine, motioning that we should both stay silent for the time being.

08:41 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: As we slowly walk to the warehouse, I quickly watch the people that are standing, maybe some of them are Syndicate as well I think, just as you thought about it before. My gaze wanders over them, but there doesn't seem to be anything immediately suspicious about them. Or maybe there was, and I didn't realize it, I don't know.

08:41 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: We slowly walk up to the broken window and the door. You take a glance inside while I check outside, trying to be sure if anyone is following us. Then you start working on the lock, and we both finally hear that click sound. You really know how to act, you were a born professional. And definitively you are aware of what you are doing.

08:41 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Then we slowly head inside, and you show me the footprints and I kneel down. You were right, these ones were new, and they definitely do not belong to homeless people. I nod to you quietly without making any sound, implying that I am agreeing with you. I check the outside one last time before I close the door behind us, and look to the outside from the broken window. Afterwards, I turn my glance towards you. I was letting you get inside before me.

08:41 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: But I take out my dual pistols quietly, showing you that I am ready for any action that may arise, and nod to you as I look into your eyes one more time, with a determined and confident gaze.

08:57 AgentJamesMason: I carefully make my way to the next door, and try the handle. This one isn't locked, and it opens onto a long hallway. At the left end of the hallway I can see the dirty rays of winter sun slanting through a broken window. I turn to the right, and see the hallway fading off into dimness. I nod at you, gesturing with my head that we should go deeper into the warehouse.

08:57 AgentJamesMason: Walking silently, my ears straining. I start to pick up a faint noise coming from somewhere down the long hall. After we walk about 30 feet or so, there is a door on the right. The noise is clearer now, and it sounds like people talking in another room, but I can't make out what they are saying.

08:57 AgentJamesMason: The dust in front of this door is really disturbed. I try the door, and it opens. I slide inside, pulling out my Glock, but the interior of this room is pitch black. I let you come in after me, and quietly shut the door. I take a risk, and take out my phone, shining its light around the room. It's a small room, maybe 10 foot square, and lined with shelves. And covering the shelves, in neat clear plastic bags, are hundreds of samples of B. I recognize the electric blue color of that drug very well indeed.

08:57 AgentJamesMason: I look over at you. We had definitely found the Syndicate. Carefully, I step forward towards the shelf to get a closer look, before I turn my head, and catch sight of a small, nearly invisible red light. A security camera. Fuck.

08:57 AgentJamesMason: Suddenly, there is muffled ZAAAPPPP sound in the distance, and every single hair on my head stands up, and I get the sensation of ants crawling on my skin. I know that feeling. My phone goes dead, and along with it, I am certain every radio and electrical device in a several hundred foot radius. What I just felt was an EMP shockwave, the result of an EMP pulse, a powerful release of electro-magnetic energy capable of destroying any electronic device within a large radius. The Syndicate had just cut us off from backup. Of course, they had fried their own electronics as well, but that only meant that they didn't need them anymore. FUCK FUCK FUCK.

08:57 AgentJamesMason: We couldn't call for backup now. And the Syndicate knew we were here. I began to have a terrible suspicion, but now wasn't the time. I could hear the sound of heavy boots in the distance. We needed to get out of here, and fast. I turn to you, whispering, "Kyle, take the other side of the door. We are going to make it out of this, trust me." I plastered myself beside the door, in the now pitch dark room, holding my Glock ready for whoever came through that door.

09:23 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I follow you down in the hallway, heading deeper inside the warehouse. After walking a bit, we start to hear some voices. But there is a door next to us, and you decide to check it out before moving on. I raise my guard and pistols slowly as we go inside, it's really dark and I can't see properly. Seems like your situation was similar, so that you take out your phone to make use of it's light.

09:23 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: And there it was. The drug B samples. I can't believe my eyes. I was right... I was right all along, from the beginning, and nobody believed me except you. And here we are now, in front of the samples we are looking for. I smile unwillingly. But suddenly, everything turns upside down.

09:23 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: After hearing that ZAP sound, I quickly take out my police radio, and mumble quietly but nervously, "Xavier... You hear me? XAVIER?" but there was no response, and I understand what happened just before you explain it to me with your gaze. We were alone here, just the two of us.

09:23 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Then suddenly we both hear footsteps, and you take cover quickly, with a short but deep breath, I do the same for the other side of the door. I shiver because of the excitement, and mumble to you "You still owe me dinner, gentleman... We better get out of this..." I grin and raise my guns again.

09:23 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Then suddenly, a kick smashes the door open, and 3 men rush into the room. As soon as the first one who kicked the door steps in, I raise my first gun to aim at his head, and shoot my pistol at his forehead all of a sudden. He falls to the ground lifeless, without even understanding what happened. And I try to fire my other gun at the second guard, but I only hit him in his shoulder. He charges at me with his unharmed shoulder to hit my stomach, I am forced to stagger back because of that hit, coughing and gasping. Amazing... These guys know how to fight.

09:23 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Then he takes out his dagger as well, he moans in pain and tries to stab it directly to my belly. I quickly move sideways, and manage to barely dodge his strike, just in time, using my reflexes. I quickly slam my elbow to his cheek in order to bring him down. And I struggle to raise my guns again in order to shoot him down.

09:23 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: In the meantime, the third guy steps in the room, a bit bigger compared to the previous ones, sees you on the other side of the room, and takes out his pistol quickly to shoot you in your chest.

10:01 AgentJamesMason: As the footsteps rush closer, you take cover on your side of the door, I can't help but laugh as you remind me that I owe you a meal. I wink at you, then focus. The door is kicked open violently. You take out the first man with a quick headshot, but the second man turns on you. I aim my Glock at him, but I can't take the shot, he's too close to you.

10:01 AgentJamesMason: Then, I have my own problem to worry about, and lose track of your struggles. A massive thug, a real bruiser bursts in, cutting off my sight of you. I fire off a shot just as he turns toward me with his own pistol drawn. My aim is good, and my bullet slams into his thick chest, sending him sprawling backwards, his own shot going wide, FUCK, the mortally injured thug stumbles backwards, tripping over the body of the second guard that you managed to down with your elbow.

10:01 AgentJamesMason: He falls right onto you as you are aiming your pistol to finish off the second guard.

10:01 AgentJamesMason: I can hear other boots coming down the hall, we have to get out of here. I dart across the small room, rushing to your side, to help you with the second guard. The second guard seems to be holding his head with one hand where your elbow smashed into him, his other shoulder is bleeding. But for all of that, he isn't finished yet. He pulls back his right boot, and sends it upwards in a kick aimed at your crotch, and with his other boot, it looks like he's trying to smash it into your right kneecap.

10:01 AgentJamesMason: I gasp, starting to aim my Glock for his head, when suddenly, a feral, wild man, his hair standing out in all directions, his clothes in tatters, sounding more like a wild animal than a human, smashes into me at high speed coming through the doorway. He's bigger than I am, and he barrels me into the wall of shelves, sending bags of B flying everywhere, my back exploding in agony and pain as my thick muscled body is used like a battering ram against the wooden shelves. The force is so extreme that the wall gives way and we both tumble through the hole in the wall into another dark hall, bags of B scattered everywhere, along with splinters of wood. The man is clearly psychotic, and ignores the bleeding cuts on his arms. The pain throbbing in my back is shocking, but I have no time to pay attention to it.

10:01 AgentJamesMason: I scramble up to my feet. I seem to have lost my Glock when I was smashed through the wall, and I can feel a small trickle of blood down the back of my head. My chest heaving, I draw my combat knife as the psychotic, animal-like wild man charges at me.

10:34 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: As I aim my pistol, the third guy trips up in front of me, blocking my sight for a moment. Trying to aim again, I prepare myself for another attack since the second guard gained enough time to strike again. And my intuition was right, he raises his foot aiming my crotch, if I take it, I would probably be down for quite some time. So in order to block it, I raise my right knee according to his powerful strike, and manage to protect my balls. However, the second strike to my knee cap makes me lose my balance before I can lower it just in time, and I am forced to fall on my butt, my back hits the wall behind me. I drop one of my guns in the meantime. Shit... My knee hurts... If I wouldn't raise it to block, I could probably have a broken leg right now.

10:34 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Oh my precious lord... What the hell? These guys really know how to fight. I can't believe my eyes. I knew the Syndicate was dangerous, but I wasn't expecting that much. Feeling that second guard slowly approach me, I raise my gun again and aim blankly. Luckily, I manage to hit his calf before he can kick my face, and he is forced to fall on the ground on his back once more, moaning in pain and squirming on the ground. At that moment, I see the big guy smashing you into the shelves and through the wall, and you whimper in pain. Shit... This is not going very well.

10:34 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Taking a deep breath, I point my gun to that big beast that was about to attack you, and shoot. My bullet hits his kidney hard, and without being able to touch you, he falls on his knees in front of you. However, he is still determined to bring you down hard, so he charges a hook punch to your leg's calf as well after 2 or 3 seconds later.

10:34 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I breathe deep, then turn my gaze to the second guard, but he kicks the gun out of my hand with his healthy leg. I feel the pain on my hand, and grit my teeth to not scream. Ugh... This disgusting creature is not letting go, is he? Then he points his foot to my crotch again as I lower my elbows with it to stop that strike once more, and the pressure hits me hard. I grunt in pain, the bottom of his sole scratches my arms.

10:34 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Shivering in fear, I quickly push his foot sideways, and try to bring out my nightstick from my belt, planning to crawl towards him very quickly, and slam it right into his head.

11:36 AgentJamesMason: A shot goes off, as the psychotic man rushes me, and he falls to his knees, his mouth open to howl in animal-like pain. I look over, through the hole in the wall created when that beast smashed me through it, and flash a quick grin of gratitude at you in the dim light.

11:36 AgentJamesMason: The psychotic man takes a swing at me from his knees, aiming a series of hooks towards my legs, but I easily step back, causing the wounded man to fall forward. I leap down on top of him as he falls, my knife flashes, and sinks into the side of his neck, killing him quickly.

11:36 AgentJamesMason: My chest heaving, I surge to my feet, and turn back through the hole in the wall. I catch sight of you on your hands and knees, raising your nightstick.

11:36 AgentJamesMason: But the downed guard's good hand is scrambling on the floor, and he grabs your gun, the gun you dropped when you were knocked against the wall! He raises it, snarling in pain, to aim it at your head. Without missing a beat, I throw my combat knife, the blade whistling end over end to slam into his wrist, throwing his arm aside, causing his shot to miss your head by less than an inch. He drops the gun, screaming, before your club smashes his head and he finally drops senseless.

11:36 AgentJamesMason: I stagger over to you, wincing in pain, supporting my back. I feel some blood on the back of my head, but it's not serious. I squat down next to you, chest heaving, ready to help you up, "Kyle.... are ... you okay?? Can .. you walk? We need to leave now." I look at the hole in the wall, it seems like an ideal emergency exit. I hear more boots slamming hard on the corridor heading towards us.

11:57 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I shiver hard as the gun explodes. I can't believe my eyes. Fuck fuck fuck... My heart was beating so fast, I couldn't understand what happened at first until I saw you coming closer to me. If it wasn't for you, I would be dead now. I still can't believe my eyes. It felt so surreal. These guys can't be that good. Taking deep long breaths, I finally manage to come to my senses as you ask me that I am alright. Nodding to your question, I quickly put my nightstick in its place again, it's bloody now. I take my pistols from the ground and get up on my feet with your help.

11:57 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: "You are right... You are right... We need to inform the department..." I say in an excited tone and a shaking voice. More people were coming for us, and we needed to act quick. I move to the hole in the wall with you, but I am still facing the door for any threats that may come. I let you go first while I take the cover, and step in after you. I finally see two other people that are trying to aim towards us at the door. I quickly fire my guns once again. I hit one of them from his throat, the other one takes the bullet right in the middle of his face. I was really good at my pistols, I have been training them for years, but if I have to be honest, I never thought I needed to rely on them "that bad".

11:57 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: After shooting them, I hide behind the wall to take cover again. There were still some footsteps that we could hear, and they were really close. I ask in a nervous voice. "They are coming fast... We can't run away from them that easily. They would shoot us from behind. Do you have or see any explosives?" We were away from the entrances so I didn't think it would hurt civilians. On the contrary, maybe it can be a sign for them to get away from this place or even informing the police about us. But if we find a quick way out, a cover, a hiding place, that would be a good solution for us as well instead of using explosives or other stuff.

13:04 AgentJamesMason: I fish my Glock pistol up off the floor, and dart back into the hole. I'm aware as you follow me closely, you are really good with your pistols, and you cover me as I examine the dim corridor we are in. I recall my memory of the layout of the warehouse, knowing that if we turn left that will lead us at least in the right direction.

13:04 AgentJamesMason: As I scout out our options, you hold off the next wave of Syndicate troopers. Then you ask me if I have any explosives. I shook my head. I could improvise something with the small vial of alcohol in the medkit, but it wouldn't be that powerful. Given more time, I could use some of the gunpowder from our bullets, but we didn't have that much time.

13:04 AgentJamesMason: Suddenly, a loud voice booms throughout the warehouse, the voice is being magnified by some kind of megaphone. A chill runs down my spine as I hear that voice. It's a voice I know. I recognize it. It's none other than the voice of Commando Ivan Usov. ( https://venus.chatfighters.com/characters/Commando_Ivan_Usov )

13:04 AgentJamesMason: I feel a shiver run down my spine, and my guts twist into knots. I knew it. This was an elaborate trap. A trap set for me. Only, I turned to look at you, as Ivan's Russian accented english boomed out, "MASON... YOU CAN RUN.. BUT YOU CANNOT HIDE FOR LONG. FINALLY, TODAY YOUR INTERFERENCE IN OUR PLANS ENDS. ONCE AND FOR ALL."

13:04 AgentJamesMason: I turn to you, my eyes going hard. Ivan Usov was one of the most elite agents employed by the Syndicate. He and I have met before, and it ... didn't go well. I swallow, "Kyle, we need to leave NOW." Then, suddenly, through the open doorway, I catch sight of a small round metallic object. FUCK!!!

13:04 AgentJamesMason: I leap tackling you hard, wrapping your body up with my solid muscle, driving us both through another cheap wall into another dark room, just as a terrific explosion tears apart the hallway where we were standing. My ears are ringing, and the remains of the wall are blown inwards, to bury us in splinters, shrapnel from the frag grenade ripping over our heads. I roll off you, getting up to one knee, chest heaving, hearing voices coming, searching. But... I spy a refuse bin nearby, a large dumpster, old and rusted forgotten, quickly, I scramble up to my feet, feeling dizzy and dazed from the concussion shock of the grenade going off so close. My ears are ringing savagely. I stagger over to the dumpster, and lever up the lid. Hoping you are okay, I motion for you to jump inside, and follow after, letting the lid close, hoping we were in time, and wouldn't be found by the Syndicate troops filing in, expecting us to be dead probably from the grenade. There, in the group, I hear his voice. It's Ivan. FUCK FUCK FUCK

13:36 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: You shake your head sideways, so I was about to say something else, but my voice is cut off by a Russian accent that belongs to a huge man. Before I can understand anything, you tackle my body quickly with your arms while we roll on the ground. Then a sudden KABOOM... I literally can't see anything for a little time before the explosion smoke fades away just a bit. I can't hear properly as well, the world is spinning around me. The wall was demolished, laying in splinters inside the small room. And we can hear the voices of the soldiers who are coming closer. I try to get on my knees while you rush to the dumpster. Then you invite me to hop inside, and without hesitation, I run towards you on all fours, then get inside the bin quickly.

13:36 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: We can hear the group looking for our bodies, dead or alive, probably doesn't matter at this point for them. And I can sense your panic when you hear that Russian guy's voice, he must be some kind of main enemy of yours. Inhaling and exhaling hard, I still haven’t recovered myself after that explosion, I check my guns... Wait... No no no... My guns... I dropped them again... They are outside. Shit shit... Looking at you with a quick glance with both curious and worried eyes, I take my police radio out again and whisper very quietly.

13:36 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: "Xavier... Please... Ahh... Answer... Agh... No..." There was no response still, and I didn't have too many resources left. I take my nightstick out with my right hand, and my dagger with the left one. I was prepared for any attack if they tried to look for us here, but still, I was still examining you with another glance, trying to understand what is on your mind. I mumble quietly. "Are you alright?" There was no point going outside right now, at least, that was what I believed.

04:42 AgentJamesMason: I squat next to you, sitting in the rusty, old dumpster, fighting to control my breathing, to get a handle on the loud ringing in my ears. At the sound of the men tromping outside, and Ivan's loud, commanding voice shouting orders filters in, I reach out my hand towards you, resting it on your shoulder, to give you just a bit of human contact in this very stressful situation.

04:42 AgentJamesMason: I feel and hear you bring out your police radio, desperately whispering into it, but I know it's no use. It is fried, like our phones and every other piece of modern technology in the area. It was a trap, an elaborate trap. Suddenly, I hear a voice outside, shouting, "Commander!! Look here, two pistols... and over here, a third pistol." I grunt, just what we need. I remember vaguely now flinging my glock to the floor as I tackled you to get you out of the radius of that frag grenade. You must have dropped your pistols at the same time.

04:42 AgentJamesMason: And my own combat knife... was still stuck in that guard's arm back in the drug room where I threw it at him to save you. This was not good. I keep my hand on your shoulder and give you a squeeze, trying to let you know that we were going to be alright.

04:42 AgentJamesMason: Then, slowly, the sounds outside faded, the boots growing further away. I felt a sense of relief and hope... were we in the clear? I waited a few more minutes, straining my ears, listening intently over the slowly subsiding ringing in my head. Still nothing. I moved my head right next to your ear, and in the lowest whisper I could manage, said, "Okay Kyle, I think the coast is clear. Let's go, quiet and slow."

04:42 AgentJamesMason: I push the lid of the dumpster up a fraction of an inch at a time, and poke my head out. I could see nothing, hear nothing in the dim, dusty room, the floor littered with the debris of the blown out wall. I slide out, grunting at the pain throbbing in my thick, muscled back and the back of my head, dropping silently to the floor. Holding the lid open for you, to follow me. I can see in the dim light that you have your nightstick and knife. Good, at least one of us is armed.

04:42 AgentJamesMason: I move out, straining for the slightest noise... I thought I heard something, but over the still present ringing in my ears, I couldn't be certain. I stop. Then, continue, cautiously leaning out through the blown out wall, to look in the corridor.

04:42 AgentJamesMason: And that's when I nearly get my brains blown out as one of the guards fires a shot directly at my head. What saved me was catching the slight glint of light reflecting off the barrel of his gun. Instinctively, I throw myself backwards just in time. The bullet grazed the side of my scalp, leaving a line of hot fire and quite a bit of blood. But the wound was not serious, it looked worse than it was. I roll back on my shoulder, and dive to the side as Ivan yells out, "You fool! Mason is more valuable to us alive than dead!"

04:42 AgentJamesMason: Then, suddenly, Ivan bursts into the room, zeroing in on me.
The Russian Spetsnaz is massive, hugely muscled, and wearing black BDU style trousers, with a heavy, thick battle top, the bulging revealing that he's wearing a combat vest, stab and bullet proof. His arms are huge, bulging with muscle, and his movements are precise and deadly. He's wielding a knife in his right hand, the point held low and expertly. And I was unarmed. FUCK.

04:42 AgentJamesMason: Right beside him, strides in one of his Lieutenants. Wearing the same battle gear as Ivan, thick black trousers, and a heavy battle vest that is bullet and stab proof. He's wielding a pistol in his right hand. Ivan snarls, "Dmitri, Kill the cop. I'll handle Mason."

04:42 AgentJamesMason: Dmitri turns the pistol towards you, and without thinking, I dive at Dmitri, my thighs exploding with muscle and power, driven by desperation and fear for you, spinning on my right boot, sending my left boot up in a savage and brutal spinning kick, literally knocking Dmitri's pistol out of his hand, his shot going wild, before his pistol is sent flying far down the hallway. Dmitri holds his hand, shaking it out in pain. Enraged, Ivan thrusts his knife straight towards my back!

06:21 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: When we stop hearing voices, you motion for us to go outside, naturally, and we start to head towards the hallway. But my blood runs cold for a moment as the bullet grazes your skin. I thought just for a second that you are dead, and that feeling was horrible.

06:21 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: But the nightmare was not over. We both can see Ivan and Dmitri in front of us. And without hesitation, Ivan orders my execution. Fucking hell. These guys are really monsters. I had underestimated them badly.

06:21 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: But you were there again to save my life, and quickly you kick his hand, and his pistol flies away. However, everything goes from bad to worse as Ivan's knife stabs your back. Oh my... This is not real... This is not happening...

06:21 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Without hesitation, I charge at Ivan from behind. Since both him and Dmitri were focused on you, I manage to come behind Ivan without being realized. Gritting my teeth with anger, I stab my dagger right into his left arm, to a point near a nerve cluster. It will prevent him from using that arm. But this guy was huge, if I can't bring him down quickly, he can finish me off very easily. Because of that, I do a stomp kick right into his right calf and knee area in order to force him to fall on his knees, and charge my nightstick directly towards his right cheek. I am sweating a lot, and I lose my sanity just for a moment.

06:21 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: In the meantime, Dmitri grunts in anger, and glares at you. It was obvious that he was pissed off. With a huge and animal-like roar, he quickly throws two punches. A left hook punch trying to smash your cheek brutally, and a right uppercut that is aiming for your jaw hard. You can clearly see that he is as mad as a hornet, and if you can't dodge or block his first two strikes, he will charge his right leg in a high front kick that is going to hit your nose. It's obvious from his flexed leg muscles.

06:56 AgentJamesMason: I gasp suddenly, in agony as Ivan's knife drives through my trench coat and shirt, sliding into my thick back muscles, just above my kidneys, but stopped by my back rib bones. The agony is intense, and I fight to stay focused. Luckily the thick material of my heavy coat blunts some of the force, and luckily the blade hit a bone, otherwise it could have been fatal, driving deep into my torso.

06:56 AgentJamesMason: As it was, the pain and shock paralyzes me momentarily. Until suddenly, two things happen, the blade is wrenched out of my back, then Dmitri's left fist smashes forward like a sledgehammer into the right side of my hard, lightly bearded jaw, whipping my head violently to the left, causing a wad of bloody spit to go flying out of my mouth, sending me staggering off to the side, feeling dizzy and light headed, my jaw aching and blood dripping out of my mouth. I don't know how I manage it, but somehow, someway, through tightly honed instincts and training, I bring my arms in suddenly, to tuck tightly around my face, as Dmitri's uppercut smashes into my tightly pulled in arms. Gasping, every action and move causing pain and more blood from the brutal wound in my back, one side of my face turning red from the grazing bullet to my scalp, I focus hard, concentrate.

06:56 AgentJamesMason: I catch sight of Dmitri's leg muscles tensing, and instinctively know he is going to try to kick my head off. My reaction is instinctive, I drop to my knees just as he launches the kick, causing the kick to hit the empty air. With a grunt of concentration and power, I smash my right fist forward as I drop to my knees, my right arm flexing and bulging with power, driving that fist directly towards his wide open crotch before he can bring his leg back from the kick.

06:56 AgentJamesMason: Meanwhile, Ivan is just about to drive the knife into my back when suddenly your blade sinks into the nerve cluster of his left arm, up high near the shoulder and bicep. He roars in sudden pain and agony from the assault, involuntary pulling his right arm, still gripping the handle of his blade, backwards, yanking the knife out of my back, the shock causing him to drop the blade as he does so.

06:56 AgentJamesMason: Then, before he can turn around, he feels your boot smash into the back of his knee, forcing him to drop down suddenly to his knees. But Ivan was fully trained as a Spetsnaz Commando, and is not easily taken out. With well-honed instincts, even as pain is shooting up and down his left arm, he somehow senses your next attack, knowing you are standing behind him, and reaches up with his right hand to seize your left wrist just as it is in the process of swinging that nightstick towards his right cheek.

06:56 AgentJamesMason: At the same time, with a grunt of power, Ivan leans forward, his powerful abs contracting, and using some of the force of your swing to help out, he looks to toss your smaller weight over his shoulder by pulling down hard on your left wrist and bending forward from his core at the same time, trying to toss you like a ragdoll across the room!

07:23 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: My plan was working out, at least, to a point. I was thinking it was done when Ivan dropped to his knees, but with a soldier's instinct, he grabs my wrist in the air, when I start launching my attack, and holds tight. Oh my precious lord, this guy is so strong. And he quickly bent over a little and pulled me forward to make me lose my balance. I find myself on the hard ground as my back smashes down, feeling that huge pain in my whole body, and I whimper in pain, grunt a bit as well. This was hurting.

07:23 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: From that point of view, I can see the Commando's face, I'm almost under him, and it really feels bad. But at least he still can't move his left arm. Even though there is pain in my body, I quickly send my right fist up into his solar plexus blindly to gain some more time. I don't know how strong my strike was, and I can't tell if I could have focused all of my power, but still, an attack was an attack.

07:23 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Afterwards, I try to leap forward by twisting around away from him, then rising on my hands and knees quickly. As soon as I am all fours, I send my left boot to Ivan's face in a mule kick position and also a back kick in a way, trying to prevent him from catching me. Fuck... I was fighting against an experienced soldier as a younger cop... Now that I think about it, the situation doesn't seem very promising.

07:23 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: In the meantime, you manage to dodge Dmitri's kick just in time. He was feeling better since he hit you hard with his first strike, and damaged you with his second strike. There was a cocky grin on his face. But then, you send your fist hard into his unprotected balls when he raises his leg to kick you. He yells in agony and falls on his back. That was really unexpected for him, especially from a guy who was injured. He starts rubbing his bulge to ease the pain, and can't focus on you for a moment. He shivers on the ground, he can't escape from the sharp pain that you caused in his body. Still roaring like a wild animal and swearing in Russian, he blindly tries to kick your legs in desperation, but it seems more like he is squirming on the ground.

08:24 AgentJamesMason: My fist smashes deep into Dmitri's crotch, driving his balls against the pubic bone, and dropping him in agony to the concrete floor of the warehouse.

08:24 AgentJamesMason: Gasping, taking in deep breaths, I know I need to finish Dmitri, and start to move, but am paralyzed by a sudden, sharp pain from the wound in my back and a wave of sickening dizziness from my battered jaw, slowing me down.

08:24 AgentJamesMason: I spend a precious few moments concentrating, breathing deep into the pain, to get a handle on it. That's when Dmitri's flailing boots smash forward into my thighs as I'm kneeling on the floor. With a grunt, I fall forward, bring my arms up to ward off his legs. Instinctively, forcing myself to move despite the pain, I push his legs aside, and pushing off with my boots digging into the concrete, drive myself on top of Dmitri's thrashing body, trying to pin him down with my heavy, muscled torso. I spread my legs, sticking off to his right side, trying to trap his right arm between my legs, as I'm gasping and grunting in pain, every movement feeling like it was causing a knife to dig deeper into my back.

08:24 AgentJamesMason: With my weight trying to hold him down, to keep him on his back, I reach out with my left hand, fingers extended, trying to blind him by poking him in the eyes, while my right hand reaches out for his left wrist to fight with his arm, trying to pin it down and keep him from retaliating. I'm calling on all my resolve and willpower to keep fighting, despite my injury. Too much is at stake here, your life not the least of it, for me to give anything less than my ultimate effort.

08:24 AgentJamesMason: Ivan grunts with satisfaction as your tight, lean muscled body smashes hard into the ground in front of him, your head almost between his knees, his face looking right down into yours. It looks like you dropped both your knife when you stabbed Ivan's left arm, and your nightstick when Ivan tossed you over his shoulder.

08:24 AgentJamesMason: Desperately, you throw up your right fist to his solar plexus, but because the angle is very bad for throwing a punch up and behind your head while you are laying on the ground, and because he's wearing a heavy combat vest, the punch does nothing.

08:24 AgentJamesMason: You are quick though, and Ivan realizes that you are not going to be as easy to take out as he had hoped. You roll over and spin around very fast, very athletically, getting up on all fours, facing away from Ivan. You send your boot towards Ivan's face, but Ivan had plenty of time to see your attack coming. He leans to the side, to dodge the kick, then suddenly lunges forward, between your legs, to drop his heavy weight, 133 kilos, on your back, trying to smash you down flat to the ground. He grimaces in agony as the movement sends pain stabbing through his left arm, as it hangs there, bleeding profusely, useless to him. He snarls, "I think I will keep you alive to watch as I kill Mason. You made a serious mistake!" Then, he throws his right fist down in an arc, his huge arm flexing and rippling with power, aiming directly for your right hand side, trying to smash your ribs with his massive Russian fist.

09:05 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I charge my kick to his face, but... No... I didn't hit anything, shit... I'm probably so fucked up, I thought to myself, before I feel Ivan's weight on top of me, trapping me to the ground all of a sudden. My face hits the ground first, and my nose starts bleeding. But that was the least concern I was caring about now. That brutal beast was controlling me. And I can't breathe... Fuck... This guy is too heavy. Just like Dmitri did a couple seconds ago, I yell in pain. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...."

09:05 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: But it was no use of course. I hear his disgusting voice afterwards, reminding me of James... Shit, I completely forget about him. Where is he? I try to look for you in the room, but geez... This monster won't let me to. I can't move my head and my body, even my legs.

09:05 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Then I feel the pressure very slightly decrease, but of course it's not because he wants to let me go. He is preparing an attack. Ivan can't strike with his left arm, and his legs are not an option as well since they are still used to trap me to the ground, so he is going to attack me with his right arm. However, I was thinking the Spetsnaz was going to attack the side of my face, so I tried to block my face with my right forearm, flexing my muscles. But his hard, solid, and brutal punch connects with my ribs instead. My arm still manages to slow down the punch a little by blocking it partially with a part of my elbow, but still, it hurts like hell, and I can't help but fill the room with my growl once again. "AGGHHHH..."

09:05 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: This guy was sick, he needs to be put in a mental hospital for sure. Coughing up some blood because of that solid attack, I try to bring my left elbow to his body's left part, it would be really great if I manage to hit his arm with it. However I can't see anything, my strike is blind once again, showing my desperation. But I didn't have a choice.

09:05 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: On the other side of the room, Dmitri was still in pain before he felt your weight on him, pinning him to the ground hard. He was going to attack you with his right hand, but you stopped it with your muscled legs, and trapping his right arm. Your strong right hand goes to his left wrist, and puts it out of action as well. Then you poke his eyes with your free right hand, scratch his face brutally, and he yells as well just as I did after receiving that punch from Ivan.

09:05 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: He coughs some blood too, and his eyes roll. The pain he is experiencing is unimaginable, he tries to turn his face to the side in order to protect it from your attack. But your weight is also crushing him, and his struggles slow down more with each passing moment. He can't find a way out from your grip, smashing his boots to the ground in desperation.

09:28 AgentJamesMason: Despite my injury, I manage to stay in control of Dmitri, brutally wounding him by driving my fingers into his eyes. I manage to pin his left arm down with my right arm, and manage to keep his right arm pinned beneath my legs.

09:28 AgentJamesMason: Then, I hear your scream of pain. My instinct is to turn to you, but I can't. It's the first rule of combat, don't let up on your enemy, don't turn your back on your enemy. The problem was, I knew that Ivan was following that same rule with you. I focus grimly, moving my left hand down from Dmitri's bleeding face, and grab ahold of Dmitri's throat as he turns his head. I extend my thumb against his adam's apple, and grunting, fighting off the pain from all my injuries, I gather my strength, and drive my thumb against his adam's apple, trying to crush it, trying to break it, trying to kill him so I can help you against that Russian monster Ivan.

09:28 AgentJamesMason: Ivan feels his fist smash down, deflected slightly by the tip of your elbow, but still hitting hard enough to cause a lot of damage to your right hand side. He grins with sadistic satisfaction.

09:28 AgentJamesMason: Then, he suddenly lets out a loud yell of pain as your left elbow, angling up, strikes his dangling forearm. The shock of pain paralyzes him for a few moments, and he begins cursing loudly in Russian as he sits up, centering his heavy 133 kg of muscle directly on the small of your back, his butt driving down into your back as he slides his knees forward, seeking to drive his knees between your arms and your body up towards your armpits, to force your arms away from your side, to leave you more vulnerable to his attacks, and less able to attack him.

09:28 AgentJamesMason: Then, with brutal savagery, Ivan lifts up his right hand, and drives his heavy hand down in a palm strike, aimed right over your spine, just between your shoulder blades. The heavy blow is intended to blast the wind out of your lungs, perhaps even injuring you, and paralyzing you long enough to allow him to kill you. As he throws the blow, he speaks again, "And then, after we've killed Mason in front of you, I might just give you to my guards as a toy. They love playing with cops, especially one as young and handsome as you are!"

10:29 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Dmitri screams for one last time before you move your left hand to his adam's apple. He can't control his body and it shivers, he claws your leg one last time severely with his right hand, and holds your right wrist with his left hand as well to squeeze in desperation. His body can't bear the pain any longer. The last thing he heard was some shattering sound in his throat, and everything goes black for him. You manage to kill that strong soldier with your thumb, even though you are injured.

10:29 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: My left elbow, in the meantime, hits Ivan. I wasn't expecting to hurt him that bad, so I smile unwillingly, just for a moment of course. Because my move only makes him angrier as he sits up on my back. That creature's weight is still on my smaller body, and my breathing quickens. Sweat was running down from my forehead and cheeks, and I clenched my fists. I try to elbow his sides again, with both of my arms this time, but his knees catch my strike in the air, and I only hit his thighs, weakly because there was almost no space for me to gain enough speed and strength.

10:29 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Then another sharp pain on my spine, between my shoulders. I cough hard again, and gasp. Yeah, I definitely can't breathe... Because of that strike's pressure, my face meets with the ground once again. I try to yell, but can't. There was no air in my lungs, my face started to turn red. My vision was starting to get blurry because of the past attacks I have received from the monster. My nose and mouth was bleeding, they were hurt.

10:29 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I shouldn't have let this happen, to me and to you both, I needed to be more cautious, but no, I failed. I can't raise my head, it's resting on the ground. My arms drop on Ivan's knees, I can't control them for another attack at the moment. And my body stops struggling. My mind was telling me to keep moving,still not sure what happened to you, trying to force myself to check on you. But my body was not reacting. I was definitively under that Commando's control now. My breath slows down as I try to preserve my consciousness.

11:08 AgentJamesMason: Grimly focused, my muscles surging, suddenly I feel the CRACKKKK as I break Dmitri's adam's apple. Pain surging through the bleeding stab wound in my back, blood dripping out of my battered jaw, and one side of my face covered in red from that grazing bullet shot which is bleeding heavily, I hear a brutal crunching sound, like a heavy blow being landed, but without any scream, just a cruel chuckle in a Russian voice.

11:08 AgentJamesMason: My blood goes cold as I fight to get to my feet, my back sending out lighting bolts of agony from my stab wound, making me stumble and gasp, fighting for every inch.

11:08 AgentJamesMason: Ivan chuckles with an evil laugh, knowing that Mason's brutal stab wound in his back would mean he would be easy for Dmitri to finish off. He could take his time to enjoy this young Cop's suffering. He leans forward, almost seductively, feeding off your pain. He lowers his huge weight on your back, his massive chest smashing down onto your shoulders. He shudders in pain as his limp left arm flops down to the ground, but it doesn't stop him. He slides his massively muscled right arm under your chin, sinking in a brutal blood choke, the hard, steel-like peak of his huge bicep flexing deep into the side of your neck, against the carotid artery. He whispers in your ear at the same time, "Go to sleep cop, when you wake up next, after I've captured Mason, that's when the real fun will begin."

11:08 AgentJamesMason: I turn, and I'm horrified to see the situation Ivan has you in, his massive muscled body completely engulfing your lean, hard frame beneath him, his right arm wrapped around your neck, choking you out. I stagger forward, he doesn't see me, he's so concentrated on toying with you. I bury my boot deep into his left side, my boot smashing into the left arm you stabbed. He releases you with a scream of pain, rolling off your body. I step over you following after him, hoping to put myself between him and you. But he's a clever bastard, despite the agony of his wounded arm, his leg lashes out, catching the back of my knee causing me to stumble. I hit the ground hard, and gasp. The shock sent pain through my wounded body.

11:08 AgentJamesMason: But he's not moving either, as the shock of his wounded left arm takes its toll on him. Then, next to me, I see your nightstick, the one you dropped after Ivan tossed you. I reach for it with my right hand, chest heaving, scrambling up to my knees to smash in Ivan's head, but he kicks out again with his boot, smashing my thick, muscled forearm. I groan in pain, and the nightstick flies backwards, landing right next to your head.

11:08 AgentJamesMason: Ivan somehow scrambles up to his knees, then to his feet. Heaving, losing a lot of blood, starting to feel dizzy, I work up to my feet. I stagger forward, driving, my right fist towards Ivan's solar plexus, looking to stun him. But he growls, and twists to my right, not only avoiding my strike, but getting beside, then behind me. I'm too slow... lost too much blood... I go to throw my left elbow back, to smash him, but suddenly, my whole back lights up with a sickening, agonizing pain that locks every muscle tight. That bastard Ivan has stuck his index finger into my stab wound. I gasp, breathing heavy, falling suddenly to my knees, my vision wavering. I can handle pain, incredible amounts of it. But the sudden, shocking nature of this has overwhelmed my battle-hardened body's ability to cope. I'm fighting to overcome the pain as Ivan rips and tears at my wound sadistically, causing more blood to gush out, tearing muscles, when suddenly, Ivan steps around in front of me, and drives his knee forward, putting all his weight and power into a knee strike directly into the pit of my gut.

11:08 AgentJamesMason: Because of the savage pain ripping my back apart, I can't flex my abs, and his knee goes straight through the thick layers of muscle protecting my stomach. I start to fall forward, suddenly puking violently, bile and blood splashing the concrete as I double up. But that's not enough for Ivan. I have time for one final thought of deep sorrow and regret that I dragged you into this terrible situation. I wasn't afraid for myself, but for you. Then, Ivan expertly smashes his right fist into the side of my jaw even as I'm doubling up, still puking. My jaw snaps violently to the side, the blow knocking me unconscious causing me to spray the room with the last bits of my puke before I crumple in a heap on the floor, my muscle twitching and shaking, knocked out cold, totally defenseless. Ivan chuckles, looking down at my twitching form, his back to you.

11:46 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: This is a nightmare. This should be a nightmare. But there was no point denying the reality. This Spetsnaz was choking me to sleep, with just one arm. He put his weight on me, and whispered into my ear seductively. I shiver again, he was sick, a psychopath, a pervert. I was feeling bad, for dragging you to this shit-hole. He squeezed harder, flexing his muscles, yeah, that was it. That was my end probably. We are both going to be a toy for the Syndicate's pleasure. I didn't see any hope out of this. But a miracle happens, once again, my savior angel, draws Ivan's attention to somewhere else, and I am free again, trying to catch my breath on the ground, shivering in fear, trying to get myself up together.

11:46 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I can hear both of you guys grunt, and you are fighting. Yeah, you were there for any threats, even in your injured position. My blurry vision fades away again slowly, as the nightstick drops in front of me. I slowly reach for that weapon, and then, you whimper, and you fall on your knees. Fuck... I was feeling so bad... That animal comes in front of you again... Yeah... I can see, I can see now. I was scared, but at least, right now, I regain control of my body. I quickly raise up on my knees while coughing up a little. Both of you still don't notice me, and I manage to raise on my feet just before you go unconscious, hearing the sound of that fist of Ivan directly smashing to your jaw.

11:46 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: My heart beats so fast, tears starting to fill my eyes. I can't understand if you are dead or not after that punch. Your limp body is on the ground. I feel so alone right now. FUCK... Fuck fuck fuck... I told you I will be at your side no matter what, and there we are. It's all my fault.

11:46 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: But it was not over, that big beast was still in front of me, but he didn't notice me. I quickly approach behind him before he can turn his face towards me, and slam my nightstick directly to his left arm, but I am not just aiming it randomly. I directly hit the place I stabbed him, to make him suffer.

11:46 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: A normal person couldn't react to that pain in time, so I now should be able to have enough time to finish him. I raise my nightstick again, and smash it to the back of his head before he can turn around, charge my right foot to his knee and calf area once again to bring him down on his knees at the same time.

11:46 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: This guy was not going to escape from me this time. With a huge roar, I jump towards him and pin him to the ground beneath me. Now I was on top of him, and I have no time to lose. I wrap my arms around his neck, putting Ivan in a rear naked choke, and start squeezing his throat.

11:46 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: But he was huge, and he may still have some energy left to push me away. I can't trust luck this time. I quickly move my left leg towards his left arm, and start crushing his arm with the rubber sole of my boot. He wanted a brutal fight? This was how you give a brutal fight.

11:46 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: And I was praying that I could put him in sleep just in time. It shouldn't be that hard at this point. At least, I wanted to believe that. Because if not, I would probably be fucked up so hard.

11:57 AgentJamesMason: Ivan is so busy gloating over my fallen body that he doesn't sense you coming up behind him, until suddenly he screams in pain as you smash the nightstick into his wounded left arm, right over the stab wound! It's a taste of his own medicine. The pain is so brutal it paralyzes him, just like he did to me a moment before. Then, that heavy stick smashes on the back of his skull, and he sees spots dancing in front of his eyes. At the same time, he feels his knee smashed out from under him, and he collapses forward, stunned from the blow to his head, even as rage is boiling in him at your attack.

11:57 AgentJamesMason: Then, suddenly, you jump on him from behind, wrapping your arm tightly around his thick neck, squeezing hard. His face smashed to the ground, and his nose started bleeding, like yours is. He grunts, even now he's dangerous, as he reaches up with his right arm to start pulling your much smaller, slimmer arm from around his thick neck, but you aren't done, you then drive your heel into his wounded left arm! He gargles in agony, once more paralyzed, his thick, powerful right arm falling away. He's enraged, and inside he's swearing to himself that he'll kill you one day for humiliating him like this... then, suddenly, he goes limp. The massive Russian Spetsnaz drops unconscious, choked out by a cop less than half his size. The humiliation will burn in him for a very long time.

11:57 AgentJamesMason: You are the only one still conscious, laying on top of the brutal, defeated, Russian Spetsnaz. I'm off to one side, my muscles still twitching, my head covered in blood and bile, the stab wound on my back continuing to leak blood. Then, in the distance, you hear muffled shouts and boots. It seems the other guards have heard the fighting.

12:47 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I... Did it... I finally did it... Oh my precious lord, that huge guy goes limp under my body. I can't still believe this, this feels so surreal. I take deep breaths as I let him go quickly and get up on my feet, almost like I am disgusted by that creature's existence. Guess my agility and speed really helped this time.

12:47 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Then I lay my eyes on you, your body was twitching. OH... You were alive... Oh my god, you are alive. But I need to act quick, you are losing too much blood, and there are footsteps coming closer in the hallway. No... The nightmare is not over... FUUCKK... I need to think fast, I need to think fast. Then an idea comes to my mind. Maybe this was the time I was going to use my interrogation and psychology skills. If I fight with them now, your condition will only get worse. I need to set my own trap.

12:47 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Two soldiers step inside as well, one of them has their gun in his hand, the other one has it's knife. But they froze as they saw me and Ivan. We both were on our knees, he is still unconscious, but I am keeping him in my grip, a threatening grip. My nightstick was directly pushed onto his adam's apple, and I am right behind him, using it as a cover in a way. From this position, I could break his adam's apple so easily.

12:47 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: "If you take one more step, know that your commander would be dead in a second... In the hands of a cop..." They look at each other. The one who has a knife drops it on the ground, but the other one still points his gun directly towards me, hoping that maybe he could shoot me from my forehead before I break his neck. I understand his intention, I needed to lie and bluff.

12:47 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: "I told my department to send a squad here if I don't contact them within 45 minutes. That means,they will be here in approximately 10 minutes. It won't matter if you shoot me now, you would still get caught, so does your commander."

12:47 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: The guy who holds the gun shakes a bit, they both don't talk, but he slowly lowers his guard as well. I motion to you with my eyes for them to see you.

12:47 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: "Call an ambulance right now... Your boss is my prisoner until they come, alright? And if you call it now, they may meet the police squad who is coming here, and you may gain some time to escape. Call them in front of me, then leave here... You don't have a choice..."

12:47 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I was SOOOO fucked up, I didn't know what to do. Lies on top of lies... Maybe this would be our escape. There was no squad coming, but if they called an ambulance, we may have a chance. But I have NO idea how I am going to do that. Maybe they would shoot us from behind? What am I going to do with Ivan? I was not so sure if I tricked them enough as well.

13:37 AgentJamesMason: Suddenly, I groan, my head shaking, my eyes slowly start to open... my jaw hurts bad, and there is a sour taste, the taste of blood and bile in my mouth. I gasp, my back throbbing with agony, feels like someone is twisting a knife back there. My stomach hurts too, throbbing with pain. Then, in a rush, my mind flashes back to the last few moments of the fight with Ivan. Oh fuck... Have to... save ... Kyle...

13:37 AgentJamesMason: Then, my vision starts to clear, and I look up to take in the scene, my brain clawing free of the fog caused by my pain and loss of blood. There you are, and OH WOW... you are standing over a knocked out Ivan, holding the tip of your nightstick against his throat while two guards are standing uncertainly in the doorway, one with a gun, the other with a knife.

13:37 AgentJamesMason: What an incredible man.... he doesn't need me to save him, he's the one saving me. What an INCREDIBLE man. Then, as both guards look uncertain, the one with the knife looks grim, and leans over to whisper in the first guard's ear. The guard with the gun nods, and the one with the knife rushes back down the hallway.

13:37 AgentJamesMason: The one with the gun, named Dave, looks suddenly hard, and moves his pistol over to point it at my head. "Very clever, copper." He's British, you can tell by his accent. "Almost had me and my mate fooled. But you made one mistake. No one can call anyone right now. Not after our little EMP bomb wrecked all the phones and shit around here."

13:37 AgentJamesMason: He grins, walking forward, keeping the gun pointed steadily at me. "You kill our commander, I kill Mason. You might not have been bluffing about the patrol, but we got enough firepower here to hold off a patrol long enough to make our escape. In fact, my mate has just gone to round up the rest of the troops, they are preparing a little welcoming party for your copper buddies if they arrive."

13:37 AgentJamesMason: He is stepping closer, and closer to me, only about five feet away. I'm forcing my mind to think and I look over at you, catching your eyes. The look in my bloody face is as full of confidence and reassurance as I can convey. My mouth forms the words, "Drop it... it's okay... " Dave doesn't notice, as he's looking right at you the whole time. "What's it to be, copper? Shall I kill Mason here, or are you gonna drop that nightstick?"

13:59 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I can't panic... You can't panic, Kyle, not now. After all of this, you can tear yourself apart, but not now. Both James and this city needs you. But a fear builds inside me as Dave points the gun towards you. My eyes widen in excitement, and I gulp hard. These guys are not only strong soldiers, but also clever.

13:59 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: And it hits me, true, nobody can reach the city right now. I need to find another solution, another way out. The only thing that rushes to my mind is my car, if we can get there just in time, we may escape.

13:59 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I take a deep breath, then your gaze catches mine. You are awake, broken and shaken, but you just look directly at me. Damn... Your eyes and your bloody face... I need to cry after all of this ends, a lot... And I read your lips, you reassure me. You still remain strong. Fuck fuck fuck... Then I look at Dave once more. These guys are killers, one mistake, and we are both dead.

13:59 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: And Dave threatens me back as well, showing his cocky side. But I am good at words, sometimes you don't need to act strong, but for now, I have no room for any fear. I clear my throat and continue. Apparently, he is British as well.

13:59 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: "You are not clever enough mate... This is America, the police here are not like the sissies in your country. They are known for their brutality. And believe me, if they come, you may "JUST" fight. None of you would escape." I glare at him, challenging him in a way, I weaken the grip on Ivan's neck, but still not letting him go completely.

13:59 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: "And this is about your Commander’s life. Drop your gun first, and I will release him. And believe me, your troubles would only start if he dies now. If you kill Mason and me, you just sent us to a better place." I weaken the grip a little bit again, showing him that I am ready to let him go, but I want him to drop his gun first. I can't risk your life, if I let him go first, he may shoot you and then me quickly.

14:23 AgentJamesMason: Dave is standing right next to me now, only about two feet away, his pistol aimed right down at my head, but he's totally captivated, listening to your logic.

14:23 AgentJamesMason: I marvel at your way with words. You have such a gift for it. I've never heard anyone with such a power to persuade, to get inside someone's head, even in the middle of a brutal combat situation. I waited. Dave hesitated. He was one tough fucker, I could see. I could tell by the markings on his collar that he was a high-ranking officer in the Syndicate, hardened, trained, not the kind of man to fall for smooth talk. But he was hesitating... listening.

14:23 AgentJamesMason: Oh man, you were truly gifted. I was in awe of your skills. His hand wavered, and then his resolve seemed to stiffen, and his face hardened, as if he was trying to throw off the spell of your words. I don't know how I managed it. but I had to. I didn't have a choice. My hand shot up and grabbed his right wrist, twisting it back behind him. The gun fired and the bullet slammed into the floor, sending a chip of concrete flying off. As pain exploded in my body, I fought to ignore it, needing to act fast, I had no choice. I pulled myself up by his wrist, twisting his arm up behind his back, manipulating his wrist expertly to make him drop the gun. I caught with my left hand, and put a bullet through his back, right through his kidney. Dave stiffened, gasped, and fell face forward, quivering a bit, before he died.

14:23 AgentJamesMason: I stood there, shaking all over, feeling weak, but we had a pistol again... and we had something more valuable. I spoke, wiping the blood and bile away from my mouth, I tried to keep my voice firm, to project confidence, not to let you know how much pain I was in. "Kyle, you are unbelievable. You just saved us both with your silver tongue. I have never experienced anyone as talented as you are with your words. But, we don't have any time." I stagger, feeling a wave of weakness and pain seize me, but I regain control. "We need to take him with us. He's too valuable to leave behind.. Can you cuff him?"

14:41 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I grin mischievously as Dave hesitates. But everything goes better as you grab him all of a sudden. Oh my god, you are amazing. You are truly a hero. Even in that position, you manage to shoot that idiot in his kidney. My eyes widen in excitement once again, sparkling. That was just awesome.

14:41 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Then you talk to me, oh my god... You are truly talking with me... You are in pain, I can both see and sense that, but shit... You are still with me... Fuck Fuck Fuck... I lick my lips in satisfaction and nod to you. Quickly taking out my handcuffs, I shackle Ivan's wrists without hesitation. Then I take his arm, and drag him towards you while I approach you. I quickly take the gun from your hand, and hold it against Ivan's temple. Ugh, this dude is heavy as well. Maybe if he was awake, it would have been much easier. But we were so close... I can feel it...

14:41 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: "James... You are... Perfect... Amazing... WOW... Can you walk, can you stand up? Hold onto me if you want to..." I don't know how I could be able to carry both of you, but I was going to do it if it is necessary, somehow, but I won't leave you here. We were going to see the sunlight directly once again. I mumble to you.

14:41 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: "We can go back the way we came. The Syndicate guards are probably dealing with preparations for the ‘squad’, and I don't think we are going to face them. You go first if you can, I will cover you..." But I still look at your face, open for any suggestion that you might have.

15:24 AgentJamesMason: You expertly and quickly cuff Ivan, then step towards me, dragging Ivan like a sack of trash across the floor. I grunt, grinning at you as you praise me, but I don't let it go to my head. It's all in a day's work. But your talents... oh man, such a gift at getting inside a man's head. It saved us today, where my muscle was helpless, your clever wits and quick tongues saved us.

15:24 AgentJamesMason: You ask me if I can walk or stand. To be honest, I don't think I can do either for much longer. But we have to get out of here, so I have to keep going. I'm strong. Battle hardened. Tough as fuck. I know I can do this. I have to. I nod at you, then, even as pain knifes through my back, I squat down. You can't carry Ivan and hold the gun properly. We can't drag him all the way to the car. I speak up. "That's a good plan Kyle. But with one small change."

15:24 AgentJamesMason: I grab Ivan, and gritting my teeth, haul that bastard's massive 133 kilos over my shoulder. The pain is excruciating. My back is pure liquid fire. I stagger for a moment. But I can do this. I have to.

15:24 AgentJamesMason: My thick quads explode with power, and I stand up. I stagger, then catch my balance again. My wound is bleeding, and the back of my shirt is soaked with blood. But I know I can do this. I tighten my core, my abs turning into solid concrete, taking much of the pressure off my injured back. I lean forward slightly, find a position, then take a few exploratory steps. It's hard. It hurts, hurts bad. But I can do this. I have to. I speak up, "Okay Kyle. Cover me. Let's get out of this hellhole. I'm getting hungry, and I think I owe you a meal." I grin at you, letting you know with humor that we are going to make it out of this.

15:46 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: You nod at my plan, but my eyes widen in fear as you start lifting Ivan. I open my mouth to protest, but it was no use. With grunts, whimpers, and roars, you lift that big muscled guy. Fuck... Oh my god... You are going to damage yourself. You even try to make me laugh by reminding us of our joke, but I only smile wanly. Oh my lord... You are suffering so much. I feel so bad. When will this nightmare be over?

15:46 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: But I quickly shake my head while inhaling deep, and rush to the corridor once again where you were almost shot. It wasn't that long actually, but I didn't know how long you can go on like this. Seeing the coast is clear, I motion you to come, and show you to the door that we used to step into this shit hole in the first place. As you slowly move towards the door, I start checking out our backs.

15:46 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Then suddenly, from another door or a room probably, two guys step into the corridor and see us. Shit... They are a bit far away, but they are coming closer to aim. I take another deep breath... Focus Kyle, focus... You have your gun now, your friend for almost 20 years since your childhood. I hit the bull's eyes with my first shot, and that first soldier drops to the ground before he can take cover. The second one, on the other hand, quickly takes his cover and then he shoots, and a sharp pain… "AHHHHH..."

15:46 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: My left shoulder, I'm shot... Shit shit shit... I shoot the gun for the second time, and that soldier collapses to the ground as well. But oh my fucking god... I yell to you "Everything's fine... Run towards the car as fast as you can... But no matter what, don't look behind... NEVER..." I whimper again, but at least I feel like we are almost to the door.

16:17 AgentJamesMason: I lead the way, focusing, battling surging lightning bolts of pain with every step, trying to keep my breathing even and steady. Even at 100%, carrying 133 kilos over my shoulder would not be a walk in the park. I grimly march forward, keeping my core flexed, manfully pushing through the surging, stabbing, debilitating pain with every step.

16:17 AgentJamesMason: We retrace our steps, and I step back through the corridor where I was nearly shot, then through the gap in the wall through the drug room where we were first discovered, then through the door to the first corridor. The way out is about 30 feet away now. We can do this. Then, my guts clench as I hear steps and a gunshot. Fear stabs me.. Then there is another gunshot, and I hear your voice screaming in pain, then another shot... And for a moment, for a brief moment, I feel the terrible fear that you have been killed.

16:17 AgentJamesMason: Then your voice shouts out at me, commanding me to run towards the car. Grimly, I realize I have to trust you. You are far more capable and tough than I ever imagined. Your raw courage and sheer determination reminds me of Nick.

16:17 AgentJamesMason: So much pain... I can't tell one surge of agony apart from the next. But the biggest problem is my loss of blood. I know that I will collapse soon from sheer blood loss. Each step is aggravating my wounds, causing more blood to keep dripping down. I WILL MAKE IT TO THE CAR. I WILL. I focus grimly, then turn through the small storeroom we entered, slamming the door open.

16:17 AgentJamesMason: A guard was trying to come through, attracted by the gunshots, just as I blasted the door open, knocking him aside, sending him sprawling, his gun skittering across the floor. I don't have time to stop, I can't stop. If I stop I'll collapse. I have to trust you. I have to. I expect a bullet in my back at any moment, but I make it out the main door, turn and head towards the car. The homeless people have fled, no doubt the gunshots from inside the warehouse have sent them fleeing. 20 feet... so light headed... then 10 feet... not long now... spots are dancing in front of my eyes.... I stagger, nearly falling, but I'm so close now... I can make it... I can...

16:17 AgentJamesMason: Just as I reach the front of the car, I pitch forward, sending Ivan's body sliding across the hood of the car, his knocked out heavy Spetsnaz muscle sliding down to bounce off the bumper and land in a pile of snow in front of the car. He's still deeply knocked out. Everything starts to spin, and I can't seem to tell up from down... Then I collapse, my head bouncing off the side of the car, leaving a bloody streak down the side of the car as I slide down unconscious, landing in a heap of bleeding muscle just next to the car door, with Ivan laying in the snow in front of the car.

17:10 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: My left arm, fuck... It's bleeding, I can feel it. But I can use my right arm. Still, we have hope. I know we do. You finally reach the front door where we came after I shot one more dude with my gun, and start reloading it. Then I turn my back to look at you again. You are running, staggering maybe in a way, but still, you move on, you don't look behind, just as I told you. And in that moment, I realize the guy you pushed aside, he quickly crawls to his gun, but I was faster, I shoot him in the head before he can damage you more.

17:10 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Then two more guys come once more from inside. FUCK YOU, how many guys do we need to face until we need to leave this god dammed place? I shoot one of them in his leg, the other one in his stomach. Yeah, I was really good with my gun for sure, but I needed to act quick, I was getting sloppy. I quickly ran towards my car.

17:10 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: And both of you were there, unconscious, don't know what is happening in the real world now. I firstly move towards you, and open the back door, and drag and push you to the back seat. Making you lie comfortably, I then moved to Ivan. and opened the front passenger door. There wasn't any one for now, but I knew that they may come anytime.

17:10 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: But yes, I manage to push him inside the car as well. You were both seated. I run towards the driver's seat, and start the car just as some other guards come out of the warehouse. They start shooting at us. Fuck... But they were enraged. Even though I was focused on you, we were kidnapping their commander, even though I still don't know his name yet. They weren’t going to let us get away easily.

17:10 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: But it doesn't matter right now, I don't care if it's the best accomplishment I have ever done in my entire time. I wanted you, I wanted you to live. You can't die. That is not an option I can accept. I put the pedal down with all full force while the troops were still trying to shoot us. Some of the windows of my car break.

17:10 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Then the car starts moving. Yeah... Finally... We can get out of this cursed place. But then I feel a sudden PPPPSSSS... Fuck fuck fuck... They shoot the left back tire of the car... Let me out of this. I take a deep breath and don't stop stepping on the gas. We went uphill when we came here, so I can still go on with my other three tires since we were going down the hill this time.

17:10 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Yeah... I can go... We can leave, just as I thought. This road will lead us to the city's heart directly, and the best part is, there is a hospital as well on our way. The troops behind us slowly shrinks, shrinks, and finally vanishes all of a sudden...

15 minutes later

17:10 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Even with a blown tire, that may be one of the fastest journeys I have ever done. And we were there, in front of the hospital, in the city center. I sound the horn harshly, a couple of times until I draw the attention of doctors and nurses who are chatting in the garden. They quickly rush towards us, and open the doors fast. Many people are carrying both of you inside now, rushing both of you to the surgery rooms.

17:10 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: A woman slowly approaches me, it's obvious that she is a doctor or a nurse as well. "Sir... You are injured as well... Let me take care of it..." But I quickly step backwards, preventing her from touching me, and instead, mumble in a cold and determined tone "Give me your phone... I need to make a call..."

17:50 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: The phone rings for a couple of seconds, then a professional voice opens it "Officer Xavier Brown, how may I help you?" I shiver for a moment, feeling the nervous gaze of the doctor woman on me "It's me... Kyle... Ah... Send the squad to Mercy Hospital..." Xavier gaps on the other side of the phone "Kyle.. .Oh my god? How are you, what happe..." But before he can finish his sentence, I finish the call and turn to the woman. "Lead me to operating rooms..."

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17:10 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Xavier and a couple of police officers step into the hospital, to the emergency room. And his eyes quickly find me next to a surgery room's entrance, sitting cross - legged, and my back resting against the wall. I don't see him, but his determined voice finally wakes me, shaking me from my shoulders.

17:10 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: "Kyle... I'm so proud of you... You... You know who you and James caught today?" He realizes the blood finally on my left shoulder "You are injured... Kyle... Let them take care of you..." But I didn't react, I was still blaming myself. If you don’t make it out of that room alive, I was never going to forgive myself. You saved me, and you were dying because of it. I mumble quietly "I am losing him... Fuck me Xavier... I am losing him... I am losing James..."

17:10 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Then before anyone can understand what is happening, I start crying out loud, like a child. Yeah, finally, I was feeling all the trauma and shock of that mission, the numbness slips away and I can feel, hearing your name and saying it out loud helped me to come back to my senses once again. And I was letting go now. I don't care or focus on anything around me, Xavier tries to bring me up on my knees, but I just shake my head, turning red from crying that hard, I can't even open my eyes. I don't care about my injury at the moment. You were struggling for your life inside, and the only thing I can do was sitting there like a dummy.

17:10 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Then I feel something get injected directly to my wrist, I still refuse to open my eyes. But I didn't have to anyway. They anesthetized me with an injection, putting me to sleep completely. First my crying slows down, then my head falls backwards, and I mumble your name once again before everything goes dark.

Published: 2021-02-28, viewed 59 times.