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WELCOME TO THE LAND DOWN UNDER - PROJECT ZEUS PART 1

A MEETING OF THE MINDS - PROJECT ZEUS PART 2

ON THE ROAD AGAIN - PROJECT ZEUS PART 3

Toronto CSIS HQ, First Floor, Personal Offices, Day 3, Early Afternoon

11:55 Marc_Chevalier: It takes a lot of getting used to. Having gone undercover for years, only to get busted because of some idiots, and now I am stuck in this place until they find me the next assignment. When you’re deeply invested in pretending to be someone else, there’s a chance that you do become that someone. And for years, I have worked through my ranks of the Syndicate to get close to the top, when all this came crumbling down all of a sudden because of a couple of idiots. And I am gonna be stuck with these idiots for a little longer from the look of it.

11:55 Marc_Chevalier: But at least I am making myself useful. If they wanna waste their time and energy to rescue someone who they’ve lost because of their own incompetence, be my guest. Like I said, at least I am making myself useful, unlike dumb and dumber over there. I look over at the two chatting, as I am sitting comfortably in the lounge with my laptop on my lap. I have started to map out all the information I know, to put together a document so that we can plan the rescue operation. I have a couple of secret cloud drives that only I have the access to, and I am starting to retrieve my information from there now, when all of a sudden, all the lights went out. Oh great, either these cheapasses forgot to pay their electricity bills again, or that there’s a breach in the building. I am almost certain that it’s the latter. I quickly put the laptop down, checking my pistol on my belt. All the lights are gone, but I am more than confident that someone is attacking the base. I could hear faintly gunshots being fired from a distance. And I was proven right when I heard a huge explosion that blasted open one of the walls in the adjacent room.

10:25 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: The ride into the CSIS complex was busy, but the situation was under control. I had no orders to interfere with the fight that broke out, so I remained focused, preparing for the upcoming battle. Now, we’re inside and I’m under strict instruction to kill on sight, show no mercy.. So I do as command. I push through the building surrounded by my comrades, shooting down secretaries and receptionists who flee in panic. The EMP killed the lights, although the afternoon sun brings in some light still. We push further into the heart of the headquarters, and eventually come across a sort of break area along the first floor. My kill count is already in the early teens, but none of them have been big fish yet. I’m catching guppies when I’m after a shark, Uncle Heath would be so proud of me if I killed an actual CSIS agent. I crouch by the doorway, clutching my assault rifle closely as I roll into the room behind more cover, checking for enemies. As I rolled, I caught a glimpse of somebody armed across the room.. Finally, somebody interesting. I dive behind the coffee counter and carefully plot my next move, listening for my opponent. My heart beats heavily in my chest and beads of sweat form on my forehead.

11:55 Marc_Chevalier: I make my way to one of the meeting rooms. Some of the guys around me are freaking out. I don’t blame them, we do have a lot of paper pushers around here. Not everyone is adept in situations like that. But not to worry. There are at least a few field agents here today, myself included, who are more than capable of taking care of these intruders. But first, I have to get to the main power supply. I dash through the first floor, walking past the Tim Horton’s kiosk, when all of a sudden, I could see a silhouette flashing in front of me. I smile. So this guy thinks that he can come in here and try to sneak up on us. I have my hand on the pistol, making my way towards him. He could hear the sound of my footsteps getting closer and closer. I am near the edge of the counter. I can almost see him now. Without warning, I grab the pot of hot coffee from the table and toss it towards him. It would be a waste of coffee if it’s from anywhere other than this Tim Horton’s kiosk. At the very least these disgusting things they call coffee are somewhat useful. “Why don’t you come out and play, like a man!”

12:26 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: I lay in waiting, my heart racing and my mind focused. He launches over a coffee pot that smashes next to me and sprays me with hot coffee, burning my arm but I don’t care. “Come out and play,” he says, my English is not so good but I can understand a taunt. This guy is cocky, and Uncle Heath will want his head. I do as he commands and rise from the counter, showering the room with my assault rifle in warning. I’m not aiming for him, I’m just letting him know that if he comes a step closer then he’ll end up with a thousand holes in his body. I duck back down behind the counter and search for something to aid me, we’re going to be at a stalemate otherwise. I find a fire extinguisher to my left and act on impulse, rolling to it and pulling the pin. Then I spray the entire contents into the room, creating a thick fog and if I’m lucky I’ll spray the Canadian fucker in the eyes. I drop the extinguisher and push over a trolley to one side of the counter, making it look like I’m escaping that way but instead I roll the other side, hoping to flank this fucker and get the upper hand.

11:55 Marc_Chevalier: As soon as I toss the jug of coffee over, I turn and find cover on the other side of the counter. As expected, he came out, showering the room with his assault rifle. Shit, so this guy’s got an automatic. He could really clean the house here if we weren’t careful, as there are still guys nearby. I feel a bead of sweat rolling down the side of my stubbled face, as I look up, but hearing nothing as the guy has ducked back down. “Well, you know, kids shouldn’t play with guns like that.” Just then, I hear some loud metal THUD. He dropped something heavy to the floor. I shoot at it on reflex, before realizing that it’s a fire extinguisher. Shit. The shot making more gas exploded from the extinguisher. I get up, coughing, trying to find the guy so I can shoot him and end his little game quickly. I point my gun directly at him and let out a few shots, but this guy is quick, rolling, evading the shots before he flanks me hard. Sending my back against the counter. I look down and finally get a good look at this guy. He’s smaller. Quite a bit smaller. A similar build to that weaselly MI6 guy from earlier today. I was caught off guard, but he’s severely underestimating me if he thought that he could take me out with that cute little tackle he did. Sure it hurts, but not enough to knock me over the counter. I reach down to grab his belt. With a heave, I lift his entire body up by the belt, over my shoulder, tossing him back towards the counter. He wants to dance, I can dance with him.

12:26 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: I manage to flank this Canadian ass, then tackle him to the counter. I raise my gun to shoot him at point blank range, not wanting to drag this out but he’s a damn good fighter. Suddenly, I’m lifted into the air and slammed down into the counter, landing on top with a crash. I grunt in pain but react quickly, booting him hard in the face. I raise my assault rifle to shoot him again but the strap snagged on the corner of the counter and I can’t raise it properly. FUCK! I wanted to be done with this shit and move on, I want the highest kill count of the day. Uncle Heath wouldn’t settle for anything less. I have to dump the gun and focus on hand-to-hand, I’m going to take this fucker down. I quickly stand on the counter and jump down onto him, hoping to take him to the floor.

11:55 Marc_Chevalier: FUCK! I yell out when his boot slammed right into my face, forcing me to stagger back a few steps. I managed to stay on my feet, look up, but get the air (and my pistol) knocked out of me when he tackled me hard in the gut as he flies off the counter. I land on my back with the little guy on top of me. Breathing hard as I take a good look at his face. Suddenly, a wide grin appeared across my face. “You must be Dubois…” I say. I know this will take him by surprise. You see, I have gathered a lot, by a lot I mean a lot of information on these Syndicate bastards. And this guy fits the dossier I have on Dubois to a tee. Small, quick, agile, and that face of a bourgeoisie. Looking to catch him by surprise, knowing that he must have no clue of who I am, yet I was able to identify him on the spot, I press my designer shoe on his midsection and kick hard off of me, back towards the counter. Getting up, I roll my sleeves up and shadow box a little. “Alright, let’s play Dubois!” I know his reputation, but part of me is curious to find out what this kid is made of.

12:26 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: I manage to land on top of him and I begin my attack, aiming to punch his lights out with a fierce flurry of fists, but then he catches me off guard when he says my name. I.. I thought I was classified, fuck.. Do the CSIS know who I am? They’re not supposed to know who I am, not yet.. Uncle Heath won’t be happy about this. He plants his foot in my gut and pushes me off him, then stands and takes a boxing stance. The Canadian wants a proper fight, so I’m happy to oblige. I don’t speak, if I did it would only be in broken English and I would embarrass myself. I’m not here to mock or taunt.. I’m here to kill. I raise my fists and launch straight into my attack, planting fists across his jaw and body in quick succession. I’ve been trained to fight aggressively, fast and hard.. I’m confident in my ability to fucking destroy this guy.

11:55 Marc_Chevalier: "tu as perdu ta langue?" I try to get into this kid’s head. I know he’s an experiment of sorts, and even though I know of him, there are still a lot of things that I do not know about him. However, his silence was just a confirmation that he is indeed the Kid they called Nolan Dubois. He takes my bait and starts to throw punches towards my head and body. If there is one thing I know, it's that he’s programmed to be a good fighter. And I am curious to see if he’s as good as they say. He is quick, I will give him that, and he’s stronger than his petite size would suggest. He’s forcing me in a guard position this whole time, as I am looking for an opening. But there is no opening. A few of his punches got through, but I managed to at least partially block them to lessen the impact. I know those muscles will bruise the day after, and that’s perfectly ok. I am not above sacrificing my body to land an impactful blow. I start to move back, a step at a time. Making him move, making him think that he’s got me cornered, but as soon as I am near the now emptied fire extinguisher, I swiftly lift my left foot kicking the extinguisher straight towards his feet to trip the kid down.

12:26 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: Now he’s speaking my language, but I don’t take the bait. If I talk, I’m distracted.. And I refuse to become distracted. I keep pelting him with fists, working up a sweat but not pushing myself to exhaustion. He retreats and I follow, smothering him with fists as I just fucking attack. Suddenly, he flings the fire extinguisher at my ankles and it causes me to fall to the floor, but I am a quick reactor and as I sink to the floor, I launch a dirty uppercut to his balls. If I’m going down, he’s coming down with me. I quickly follow up by wrapping my legs around his and attempting to pull him down to the ground with me. I’m in the zone, and I’m going to pull this pretty blonde boy’s head right off his shoulders.

11:55 Marc_Chevalier: I need to find a way to deal with this kid’s speed. I tripped him with the fire extinguisher but he managed an uppercut to my balls. Sending shockwaves of pain through my body as I fall on top of him. Landing right next to him as I get pulled down. I try to move my legs but he’s got them wrapped tight. But I am still bigger, and taller nonetheless. I’ve got some size on him and I am just about to show him that he won’t fair well in ground game either. To make him regret pulling me down with him. Yes, the ball shot still hurts like fuck, but in a fight, you learn to fight through the pain. I reach over and grab his head, pulling it towards my chest as I start to flex, crushing his face between my flexed up pec and biceps. Sweat rolling down my face now. My muscles and my balls are aching, but I am not about to be beaten by a programmed punk like this. I look down at his face, flexing up even harder, squeezing his skull tighter against my chest.

12:26 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: I manage to tackle him down to the ground and I feel like I’m beginning to get the upper hand, but then my face is suddenly grabbed and the pressure applies against his chest. Fuck. this canadian pig is crushing my skull. What would Uncle Heath do, what would Uncle Heath do? I raise my thumbs and jab him hard in the ribs, applying just as much pressure into his sides as he is on my head, “ARRRGGHH!” I wince in pain as my forehead presses into his hard pecs, but I know my thumbs are causing him just as much pain. I just need to wait until he loosens the hold, so I dig deeper with each passing second. “Bâtard!” I yell, my voice slightly muffled against his shirt.

11:55 Marc_Chevalier: I hold this kid, so tight to make sure that he’s suffocating, his face squeezed between my chest and ceps. I smile down looking at him, “I guess the Syndicate training, or shall I say, programming, needs a little fine tuning…” Taunting him. Getting into someone’s head is all part of the fight. Part of the game. And we have this kid who’s conditioned to be an assassin, so detached from the outside world. One way to get to him is to get into his head, however good he may be, or however good he may think he is. My rolled up dress shirt is being soaked in sweat. Staring down to his face the whole time, I’ve somehow missed his hand sliding down, and I feel a sharp pain deep in my ribs when his thumb jabbed hard against it. I let out a loud groan, but I refrain myself from making any more noise. I can’t give a tell like that. I fight back the pain and squeeze harder, but this fucking kid keeps digging harder. It’s just a matter of time before I would scream out in pain, so I let him go, kicking my foot to his side, forcing him to slide across the floor as I get up. Quickly checking my ribs, wincing a little as I am feeling the jabbing pain on my bruised up muscles. Little SOB. Alright, enough games, I see through the corner of my eyes, that pistol which got knocked off earlier. I decide to go for it, diving over to reach for that pistol. This feisty kid is about to get a bullet through his chest.

12:26 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: For a few moments we're stuck in a stalemate, him squeezing my head as I dig into his side's. He'll give in, I know he will.. just push deeper, DEEPER! Eventually, thank fuck.. it works. He shoves me off him with a shard shove, kicking me in the side as I'm thrown away from him.i quickly scramble to my feet and notice him heading towards the pistol. Fuck! With lightning-like reflexes, I swoop down and pick up the fire extinguisher, catapulting it across the room at him. With any luck I will hit him in his fucking head or at least disarm the pistol, but I don't wait to find out, I have to take the risk.. so I charge him again, ducking down to slide across the floor, going to send my heavy fucking boot into his face.

11:55 Marc_Chevalier: I am picking up the pistol, pointing directly at this kid’s chest. But he’s stupidly fast. The fire extinguisher was tossed my way, and I couldn’t react fast enough before the gun was knocked off my grip. Shit. The extinguisher hitting directly at my forearm, and it’s gonna leave a mark. I look back up again. Big mistake, and I eat his boot right in the face. I cry out from the pain as I land on my back and shake my head to try and clear my head. But my hand has already reached down to my belt where I keep my spare knife, and without much hesitation, I swipe it at the kid’s legs. I know I am taking a chance here but I have to. Looking to cripple him. Let’s see how fast he is when he can’t walk.

12:26 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: My boot connects with his face, and I’m done playing around now. I barely see the knife as it slashes towards me with ferocity, but I roll to the side as quickly as it arrives. I feel the tip slice through my thigh and open a long, shallow wound. It stings like hell, but I keep rolling away before getting to my knees. I take a defensive position, ready to dodge his knife strikes and seize his wrist before disarming him. I’m quick, and this Canadian piece of shit will learn that the hard way.

11:55 Marc_Chevalier: I take a blind strike towards the kid. The edge of the blade slicing his trousers, and I can feel it slicing open his thigh, if just a little. I continue to press on, slashing towards his core, but he maintains his lightning reflex. I gotta admit he’s just that much faster than I have anticipated. It’s strange, as the fight goes on, the faster, and stronger he is looking to me. My slashes missing when he seizes my wrist, and my blade got twisted from my wrist. Both my weapons are gone now, but what I have over this kid is brute strength, and I am not above using it. I see the extinguisher on the ground again, so I swiftly pick it up, swinging it towards his head now! A bit undisciplined but I don’t want to waste anymore time. I need to get to the others.

12:26 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: I succeed in dodging his knife strikes and even managing to seize his wrist.. I feel like I’m doing so well in my first fight with an agent, I will not return to Australia without a win under my be-- “UUUGHH!” The fire extinguisher smashes into my face, I’d gotten lost in my thoughts of success like a fucking idiot. I fall to the floor and feel dazed, but as I go down I make sure to kick the knife far away so that he can’t finish me off with it. “Putain du connard!” I yell, getting angry now. I kick out blindly with my feet as my vision returns to normal, trying to keep him off me until I am able to 100% be back in the fight.

11:55 Marc_Chevalier: No matter how much programming and conditioning, experience still counts. I throw him a wrench and I can see him losing his temper. Kicking out blindly. Truth be told, I do feel bad for the kid. Having been undercovered in the Syndicate for the years that I know, I know many were there because of their circumstances. They are no more evil than the guys you find in the CSIS, or in any military. This kid is clearly demented. Programmed to kill. Now that I have the upper hand again, he is going off the rails. I plan on keeping it that way. Keeping him unstable. That’s my way to gaining control, keeping his speed in check. I am getting sweaty though, so I rip open my sweat soaked dress shirt. As he is down, I leap and send a roundhouse kick towards his head!

12:26 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: He rips open his shirt and I get to glance at his body. Uncle Heath would enjoy him.. He would enjoy him very much. I lash out with my feet as he approaches me, and as my vision adjusts I catch sight of his foot flying towards my head. I quickly duck back to avoid it, but it catches my nose with brutal force. My head snaps to my side and I feel warm blood ooze from my nose.. He’s drawn first blood and now I’m angry. Without warning I bring my boot up and smash it into his balls, and as he doubles over I throw my arms around the back of his neck and wrestle him down to the ground. He makes me bleed, then I’ll return the favour. An eye for an eye. I pull him down towards the counter I was previously hiding behind, and fucking smash the back of his head into it before he drops to the ground. Let’s daze this fucker out. He falls next to me on the ground and I wrestle over to get on top, if I succeed then I’ll fucking hammer fists into that handsome face of is, see what it looks like once a few teeth are knocked out.

11:55 Marc_Chevalier: This annoying bastard just won’t go down! When I thought I had him, he pulled back just rough, causing my kick to miss most of his face, except for his nose, and my body continued to rotate. I land on my feet, scrambling to find my balance when suddenly, pain explodes down my balls. I scream from the pain, doubling up. This all happens so fast, and the back of my head gets smashed against the counter and I land on my back. I am dazed, not able to move away when he starts to hammer my face. One fist after another, they come at such speed. I am stunned! The punches knocking a couple of my teeth loose, my head snapping from side to side, sweat and spits flying. Fuck! I am seeing stars.

12:26 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: It works. It fucking works, and now I’ve mounted the Canadian bastard and amd smashing into that handsome face again and again and again. Blood starts flying, mixed with his spit. My knuckles start hurting.. I’m going to fucking kill this guy with my bare hands. Then I hear guards run past the room, calling everyone back to the trucks. Fuck.. I’m out of time. Oh but he’s close, I can see him all dazed.. I glance around the room for the gun or knife but I have no idea where they went. If I go and find them, he could recuperate and come after me.. Then it would be game over. ‘What would Uncle Heath do?’ I ask myself, then I realise he’d probably gouge his eyes out. No. I’m not that savage. Instead, I sit him up and bring his shirt over his head, lifting his hands to the metal rail that runs along the edge of the counter. I remove one sleeve and wrap it through the bar, then bind his hands together above his head. I have literally 20 seconds to make this guy feel a last surge of pain, and I’m so angry that I wasn’t able to kill him quickly.

12:26 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: I stand over him then with a stinging pain running down my thigh from his knife slice. He’s tied with his shirt open, hands hanging high.. Oh Uncle Heath would be proud. More voices fill the room as guards run back to the trucks.. This fucking asshole screwed me over. I clench my fists and unleash on him, kicking him hard in the gut, then punching him viciously in the face. Kick again, punch again.. Taking out all my rage. “PUTAIN DE B TARD CANADIEN! TU AS TOUT G CHÉ!" I yell as I rain hell down upon him. When I realise I have absolutely no time left, I deliver one final punch and head towards the door, but then a sick thought flashes through my mind. Oh yes.. Uncle Heath would enjoy this agent.. maybe if I bring him another gift, he’ll be too distracted to put me in ‘the room’.. I run with it. I limp back over to his battered, bleeding, unconscious body and untie him. Using all my strength and fighting through the pain, I drag him across the floor and towards our truck. It’s a long trek considering how heavy this fucker is.. But it’s worth it to please Uncle Heath.

11:55 Marc_Chevalier: This kid continues to pummel my face. Breaking my nose. A mixture of spits, sweat and blood splashing. Part of my face starts to swell and one particular hard punch to my face nearly knocked me out. Dazed, on the verge of unconsciousness when he then rips the sleeve of my shirt off, binding my hands high above my head. I can now hear the sound coming from the rest of the building. I can’t tell if it’s from our side or theirs, but either way, one of us is gonna be dead soon. If we find you, we’re gonna shoot you dead. But if it’s the Syndicates, well, then we’re all toast. But he gave me little time to contemplate, when he started to punch me hard in my face, kicking me hard on my side. With my hands tied, I can’t avoid any of his incoming assault to my sculpted body. Moaning in pain, and soon, a hard punch to my face knocked me clean out. Body convulses against the floor. Arms all tied up. Being dragged on the floor. Unconscious. This little bastard got the best of me.. This time around...

Toronto CSIS HQ, First Floor, Near Main Lobby, Day 3, Early Afternoon

03:19 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: What was Shona’s game? I couldn’t help but be lost in my own thoughts as I replayed that surreal scene in my mind. Who was Lowell? What was his connection with my Jack? And why was she so sure that it would “change my mind” about Jack? All I wanted now was to eat, and go crash somewhere. I was exhausted, emotionally,mentally, physically. While I could see what Kyle’s purpose had been this morning, forcing me to face my grief and guilt instead of hiding behind my rage, it had taken a lot out of me. Meeting with Shona had taken what was left. I just… just wished … that I could see my boy again. Hold him in my arms one last time. Well, the only way to make that wish come true was to fight, and fight hard. I nodded to a passing guard, and kept walking. The cafeteria wasn’t far from the lobby. After some food, I planned to find Kyle, and offer him my spare bedroom to stay in. I realise that I had been the worst kind of host, and I promised to make it up to him.

03:19 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Just then, there is a terrific crash on the other side of the wall. The entire building shook, and the sound of shattering glass and crumbling concrete echoed through the hall. HOLY FUCK. A terrorist attack… that was my first impression. Then, the lights went out. Everywhere, plunging the interior hall into darkness. The sound of gunfire began to erupt in the large lobby just beyond. My guts clenched. This was no ordinary terrorist attack. That was an EMP… had to be… even the emergency lights were out. Instantly, I switch into combat mode, the troubles of the day forgotten by the immediate rush of combat. And I didn’t have a weapon. Fuck. I heard feet pounding behind me, and a voice shouting out, “Stand clear!” I recognized his voice as one of the guards, and I flattened myself against the wall. The door to the lobby was not far, and he barged in along with a few other men. Suddenly, light spilled into the interior corridor from the lobby. First item, get a weapon. I mentally pictured where the armory was, on the other end of this hall. I started moving, preparing to dart past the door, when suddenly one of the guards rocketed through the open doors, smashing into the wall, victim of a shotgun blast to his guts. Calmly, maintaining my focus I darted forward towards the dead guard, and quickly stripped him of his sidearm, a glock, and his knife. Then, I turned and glanced through the door. All my hairs stood on end. FUCK. That was Daniel Allen. Our eyes met, and quickly, I threw myself backwards, to break line of sight. The Syndicate had sent their bully boys in a direct frontal assault on CSIS HQ… Well… Grimly, I checked my weapon, they were going to find that much more difficult than they had anticipated. All the rage I’d been carrying began to focus like a laser, fueling deep wells of resolve and determination. All my exhaustion fell away like a discarded cloak. They wanted to bring the fight here? Into our home? Let them come. I was ready. For Jack. This is what I needed. For Jack.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: After I step into the corridor, I start to proceed with my fellow men to the main lobby. Our EMP already fucked up their electronics and systems. So it won’t be hard. I am going to fuck all of them hard, so hard. Then some CSIS guards revealed themselves, and two of my men immediately shot them. Great job boys. Keep this up. I continue to take slow and cautious steps towards a door which probably leads to an interior corridor where one of the CSIS troops fell. But suddenly, I realize someone is taking the guns from that guard, and HOLY FUCK… Fucking Jeff Fucking Rogers… Is he alive? HOW? Didn’t Derek leave him in Des Moines? But here he is, looking directly into my eyes. Apparently James and Kyle managed to save him before the explosion. I smirk as he throws himself backwards, and tries to take cover. NOW this is going to be fun. Oh Jeff… Once I am done with you, you will wish you had died in that explosion. I gesture to two of my men to watch our back with my hands, and the other two to proceed further in the corridor. Jeff won’t have any chance to escape. He is trapped between me and my troops, and I am going to fuck him up personally. I quickly raise my silenced gun when he throws himself backwards, trying to shoot his legs. Then I quickly take cover from the place I had shot from as well since he took a gun.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: “Well Jeff… It’s a pleasure to see you here… I am sure Jack will love to hear that you are alive too… If he remembers you of course...” I say as I prepare my flash grenade, and throw it to the place where Jeff was moving. I fucked up James Mason by distracting him with Kyle. It won’t be different for Jeff Rogers. I got the upperhand in this fight. And I am going to win at the end. He is not going anywhere.

03:19 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I hear a gunshot as I dive into deeper cover, and the sound of a bullet slams into the wall, narrowly missing my leg. I land on my shoulder, roll, and turn, firing my borrowed sidearm back at Daniel’s position, but of course he isn’t stupid. Daniel is nowhere there. There is another explosion in the distance,a big one, and I realize these bastards are armed with heavy weapons. That was a grenade or a shoulder-mounted rocket launcher… Grimly, I began to appreciate the full scope of this assault. And then, I heard Daniel Allen’s mocking voice calling out to me, his comments about Jack designed to piss me off, which they did, followed shortly by a small round metallic object hurtling through the dim light towards me. It’s a fucking grenade. Of course they have grenades. I don’t think, I just act. The second I catch sight of the grenade coming in, I act, heaving the planter I was hiding behind down, covering the grenade with the potted plant. There is a FLASH as the grenade goes off, but the light and sound, meant to stun, are muffled into ineffectiveness, muted by the upturned potted plant. I don’t waste time. I know Daniel will expect me to be stunned, and that might give me just the split second I need to turn the tables on him. My legs uncoil like springs, and I fling myself down the corridor towards his hiding place. In the distance, I hear more gunshots, and more guards running to try and repel the invaders.

03:19 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I fire my sidearm as fast as I can as I run, to keep Daniel in his cover, hoping he won’t be able to get a shot off at me. I leap up at the last second as the magazine on my sidearm runs out, flinging my useless sidearm aside as I leap, grabbing ahold of an exposed pipe running across the hall, swinging on it, lifting my legs up, and dropping down and behind the upturned sofa that Daniel was covering behind, intending to drop on that Syndicate bastard like a ton of bricks, my hard hairy muscles primed for combat. This is for Jack. For my Jack.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I don’t hear Jeff’s yell or groan after my shot. Apparently he managed to dodge it just in time. Clever man… Then my flash grenade’s sound… It doesn’t sound very loud, but I don’t bother to look again to see what happened. I already can tell. This guy has amazing reflexes it seems. But he won’t have after I am done with him. Then he starts shooting over and over again, and I can’t risk revealing my head. But suddenly, the gunshots stop, and I see Jeff is jumping, getting support from a pipe and swinging himself. Oh this guy has heavy balls. Diving into combat in this way can kill you mate. I can tell, from the first moment he jumped, he is trying to fall on top of me. I smirk, and quickly point my pistol at his legs once again, and shoot. I don’t think I aimed very well since I am focusing on my next move in my mind, rolling backwards on my back. He is not falling on top of me that easily, nope… And after I did my somersault, still on my knees while Jeff lands in front of me, I take out one of my combat knives, and swing it towards his calf while surging forward, trying to tackle him down to the sofa I was taking cover.

03:19 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I am not normally this reckless, but something in me has been pushed over the edge. They have taken so much from me, first my parents, then my beloved Trent, and finally my Jack. There is only so much a man can take before something deeply savage and primal is unleashed. And now, now they have the fucking audacity to attack us here, in the HQ of CSIS itself. Like fuck they will. Like fucking fuck are they going to get away with anymore of their bullshit. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. NO MORE. Even as I wrap myself in that calm center of the storm, the eye of the hurricane so necessary to act, I was dimly aware of my fury, my rage burning like a hot flame, energizing me, driving me to acts of either extraordinary bravery or incredible stupidity. Either way, I had the bit by the teeth, and I wasn’t stopping now.

03:19 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I felt the brief line of fire that singed across the outside of my right quad, tearing a hole in my trousers and grazing my thigh as the bullet stung me like a whip. I ignored the pain, it wasn’t worth worrying about, just a graze. Pain didn’t matter right now. I landed as Daniel sprang back towards me, having expertly avoided my attempt to drop on him. He lunged at me, from his knees, swinging a wicked combat blade towards my calf, and driving deep into my hairy abs. Grimly, I stood my ground, my hand darting down like a viper to seize Daniel’s knife wrist with my left, bare millimeters from slashing my calf. Then, his shoulder smashes into my core, and I’m knocked back hard against the sofa, grunting from the impact. But there is no quit, no give, no quarter given today. None. With lightning fast reflexes, my right arm drops down to lock up Daniel’s head in a brutally tight guillotine as his head and shoulder are buried in my hard, hairy abs, as I fight savagely to make him drop his knife, my left hand trying to seize and twist his thick wrist with all my skill and strength.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: Oh Jeff… You are very good… Very determined. But it’s not going to save you in the end. That fire is going to burn you in this fight, not going to help you. He stops my hand in the air, trying to force me to drop my knife, but I don’t let go. I continue to pressure his left arm. I don’t let Jeff get the upper hand on that side. But suddenly, his right arm wraps around my neck, burying my face into his hard solid abs, and starts flexing his muscles. Oh, no you won’t Mr. Rogers. Not that easy. I continue to pressure on my right hand, trying to force myself Jeff to feel the tip of the blade to distract him. But my main focus is not that of course, I move my left knee backwards, and suddenly, smash it into Jeff’s balls directly without mercy. This should hurt him a lot. Then, I try to move my left hand between my neck and his arm to weaken the grip, and raise my hips as well. Now this may be a good time to throw him off me. I don’t stop pressuring him with my right hand too, trying to cut his calf with my combat knife.

03:19 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: FUCKKKKKK… Daniel is strong… he is a goddamned beast of a man. Despite my best efforts, I’m not strong enough to make his right hand drop his knife… He’s outmuscling me… NO FUCKING WAY. I grunt, digging deep for more power and determination, pinned up against the couch, trying to brace my foot on the back of the couch to push us off it. I grunt, tightening my right arm around his neck, when suddenly a knee slams out of nowhere straight into my balls. My eyes bulge, and a wave of weakness washes through my body, accompanied by a sickening wave of pain radiating from my abused manhood. And then, another savage pain assaulted my senses as my weakened grip, no longer able to keep Daniel’s right wrist at bay, faltered, and I felt a sickening stabbing pain in the thick muscle of my left calf. Suddenly, I feel Daniel forcing his left hand up through my weakened guillotine. I don’t try to resist, don’t fight it. I need to get him off me. I can feel the savage pain from my wounded calf join the bullet wound grazing my right thigh as I suddenly release the guillotine, my hand darting down to my trousers, where the combat blade I took from the dead guard is stuffed in my waistband, pull it out,and drive it towards my nearest target, Daniel’s hip, with a savage and fury-powered slice, looking to cut deep into this bastard Syndicate lap-dogs muscled of his upper thigh and buttocks.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: Yeah, the pain and surprise on Jeff’s face when I knee his balls is priceless. It was so satisfying. Then because of the weakness of his body, I managed to stab his calf, and that was another amazing feeling. Fuck you Jeff… I am going to send you to hell today. You think you are strong? Nope nope nope… Because of these two strikes, he is forced to let go of my neck, and I manage to lean back once again. Oh fuck… This guy’s muscles are very well built for his size, I will give him that. But he is a sneaky one. Even with the pain to his balls and calf, he reaches down to his waistband. I don’t think or hesitate. As he drives his knife, I move my knee to his arm. But… FUCK… He slices my hip a little bit. It burns, but nothing that can’t be ignored for now. I don’t let him move on. I pressure his hand, especially his wrist area, with my knee, and slam it to the ground, grinding it under my powerful existence. He won’t be able to use that arm since my knee on his arm right now. I grin down at Jeff, and start playing with his mind a little bit “You know… Jack is not very happy… How can a person mourn someone for 10 weeks?” I mumble, then with my free left hand, I throw a hook punch to his cheek directly. I follow up with another knife strike to his abs with my right hand.

03:19 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I strike with my blade, and score him, but it’s not as direct a hit as I’d like. His knee slams forward, driving down to pin my hand to the ground. ARGHHHHHh. FUCK. His knee digs into the tender soft underside of my wrist causing stabbing pain. I’m forced to release my knife. He’s on top of me now. This is fucking bad. I focus, strangely on this moment, on Jack. Jack. I have to survive. Jack needs me. He starts to mock me again, telling me about how miserable Jack is. He’s coming towards me with his fist, and with his knife. I reach up with my left hand, eyes narrowed. I plant my feet on the ground, and heave up, with every ounce of power I can muster, fighting through the burning pain in my calf and thigh, in an attempt to throw him off balance, to force him to redirect his incoming left fist to maintain his balance or risk getting tossed off me. My left hand strikes forward like a viper, intercepting his incoming right hand seeking to stab me, with a heavy blow, looking to redirect Daniel’s knife strike into his own thigh. C’MON JEFF. FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION. Fury and fire are boiling inside me, and I WILL NOT GIVE ONE INCH ANYMORE TO THESE BASTARDS.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: As I was about to attack with my punch and my knife, he tries to toss me off with his knees, getting support from his feet and calf. Oh Jeff oh Jeff… He really is trying, isn’t he? I can’t punch properly since I try to preserve my position, still pressuring his right hand with my left knee. But my left hand that was about to punch Jeff’s handsome face planted on the ground unwillingly in order to prevent him tossing me off. His free left hand stops my right hand that tried to stab him. I start to keep pressuring from that point as well, trying to stab hım, but he is changing the direction of my knife. I can’t predict which one of us is going to get stabbed in this position, neither I have an intention to risk it as well. I put my very last effort on his arm to strain him more and more… But suddenly, I grin and drop the knife. It just slips away from my hand, and it lands next to Jeff’s body. This should have surprised him enough. Without wasting any time, I throw my head backwards, getting advantage of my distracting move, and go for a brutal headbutt to his pretty face to make him dizzy. No Jeff… The rage inside you won’t push you for better, believe me…

03:19 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Every tendon, every fibre of my hairy, trained muscle is straining, fighting, surging with strength and determination to overcome this bastard Daniel. I flash back to the fight in Des Moines, and I refuse to go down to him a second time. Daniel suddenly drops the knife as I strain with every ounce of muscle to gain control of his hand. What game is he playing? I let go of his wrist at once, focused on grabbing the now free blade, when suddenly Daniel’s head smashes down deep into my face. A wave of pain blasts through my skull, and I feel blood running down my face and into my beard from that brutal blow. A spasm of agony causes all my muscles to convulse. I stay focused as best I can, drawing deep on my fiery determination and training, letting the pain wash through me, and willing my mind to stay focused. The knife… the dropped knife… I snatch the blade up by the handle, and drive it towards Daniel’s ribs, my left arm surging with desperate power to drive my blow home. I know the flak vest he is wearing makes it unlikely I can sink the blade in for a killing blow, but with enough force I might penetrate the vest enough to sink some of the blade into his side.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: He is finally bleeding… Oh Rogers… Told you that you are out of your league here, but don’t worry. Daddy Daniel is going to finish this off very soon. But my military reflexes quickly realizes his hand goes down to the knife I dropped. This guy is definitively the Canadian version of James Mason. Same determination, same courage, and same stupidity. He grabs my knife, but as soon as the tip of the blade touches and pierce my vest, I grab him by his hand, and twist it hard. No no no Jeff… We are going to go on like that until you squirm like a bitch on the ground like you deserve. My eyes suddenly flash mischievously. I put my weight on my left knee all of a sudden by raising my right knee which doesn’t touch the ground right now. I crush his right wrist under my heavy muscles while I swing my right leg more widely this time, and slam it into his balls one more time. I smash his left hand that was supposed to hold my knife to the ground as well to tire him more. You are going down Jeff; either this way or that way.

03:19 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: HOW THE FUCK… Daniel is fast, that’s how… And my reflexes are dulled by that headbutt… He snatches my left hand as I strain to force the blade through his flak vest, with a expert twist, sending pain knifing through my left hand. I gasp, pinned beneath him, his left knee sinking deep into my right wrist as he leans further into it, I feel tendons and bones start to crunch beneath his heavy, muscular weight, gasping involuntarily in pain. Then, suddenly, as I’m squirming, fighting, with determination and resolve to rip my trapped hands free, his fucking right knee smashes into my balls like a wrecking ball. A spasm of agony rips through my body as I shudder and twitch from the brutalizing impact. An unstoppable sickness roils in my guts, and my empty stomach churns in protest, hot acidic bile burning my throat as I gasp, some of the bile leaking out of my mouth into my beard. My left hand is slammed to the floor, and desperately, I buck and writhe, determined to get free, heaving and twisting and flexing as pain rips through my hairy, muscled body. FOR JACK. FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION. NOT A FUCKING OPTION. I scream defiance and rage, bile dribbling out of my mouth, up at Daniel as my pain-wracked body spastically tries to rip free of his grip.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: Yeah Jeff… That’s what you get for messing with us. His scream and squirm feels amazing under me, but you know, I am also conducting this attack, and I need to check my time. So I decided to finish him off as soon as possible. He flexes his muscles. Both the physical and emotional pain he is enduring is just obvious at his face. I just grin, letting my heavy muscles, my knee, crushing his agent frame. Time to push him emotionally a bit further. I continuously increase the pressure on him while grunting “You know… You and Jack… Maybe both of you shouldn’t have been agents after all… You both are so successful when it comes to messing things up… But don’t worry… Derek and someone else special is taking good care of him personally… I guess everyone who has a relationship with Trent is sharing the same fate…” I smash his hand to the ground one more time before I let it go. I plant my other knee on his balls as well. Now both his right wrist and balls are crushed under me. With my own right hand, I reach to his hair, and pull it harshly “Pitifulness…” then I smash the back of his head to the ground harshly, hoping it will be enough to knock him out. Even if not, I can have a little more fun too, I don’t mind.

03:19 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Daniel mocks me as I strain with every single ounce of power I can summon to break free, but he fucking has me pinned like a goddamn bug. Waves of nausea are washing through my hairy body and now I’m forced to listen to more of his sick and twisted mind games. Forced to listen, his line about someone special with a grudge against Trent hit s a nerve and I scream, gathering myself for a final effort, starting to push through the sickening pain, preparing to launch my legs up to drive my knees into his back, when he spears my balls again, grinding them into the floor. The sickening pain is unendurable, I fight to keep focused, have to… have to get free… I feel myself start to puke again, just little bits and spurts of bile spraying up to dribble out of my mouth into my beard as I shake and shudder, the pain savaging my brutalized balls overwhelming my determination. Then, my head is smashed brutally against the floor. A shudder runs through my hard, hairy muscle and I start to see double…. For some reason, I can’t think very well… So hard to focus… I see two copies of Daniel swimming before me, and I find the strength to snarl, “Fuck you Daniel…. Fuck you and that cocksucker Derek Steel…. I’ll fucking kill you both if it’s the last thing I do…”

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I can see Jeff can’t focus right now. He is done. He is mine now. There is no way he can recover from this. Wow… That was better than I thought. He is not dead, and now, he belongs to Syndicate. Oh… My lucky day it seems. Great… Just great… His handsome body shivers beneath me. He can’t even look at me properly, and I let him go. Then I hear his words. Fucking me and Derek… How cute. “You tried once and failed Jeff… That’s your destiny…” I grunt, then stomp his balls one more time to make sure he won’t have any energy to get up or fight back. Grinning mischievously, I look at my soldiers who are fighting around us. We fucked up CSIS, and I am bringing one of the most successful agents in the world home. I throw a soccer kick this time to Jeff’s face again before kneeling next to him again “You wanna see Jack?… I will take you to him…” I grin, then for the final blow, I cock my fist, and smash the bloody face of Jeff Fucking Rogers with it. Oh that was so satisfying. Taking a couple of deep breaths, I wrap my arms around Jeff’s waist, and lift him up to my shoulder. Thank god he is much lighter than James Mason. Looking around, I shout “Alright boys… You have 10 minutes to do your job… We are leaving… The second truck is about to come…” Yeah Jeff… Let’s see your reaction when you meet with Jack…

03:19 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: So much pain… Jack… Fuck.. Jack… I can’t let this bastard beat me… I need to fight through this for Jack.. That bastard Daniel mocks me again, driving his knees into my balls once more, I’m totally paralyzed by the nut-crunching agony. Suddenly, his boot smashes my face, and my bearded head snaps to the side, sending out a spray of blood on the floor. I groan...twitching, everything fading… then his first follows that up, driving deep into my face, and there is nothing but darkness now.

Toronto CSIS HQ, Second Floor, Director Shona’s Office, Day 3, Early Afternoon

11:11 Agent_Michael_Young: My head is still spinning.. I hung back to listen to my mother and Jeff’s conversation, but I overheard far more than I ever wanted to. Fucking Jeff Rogers.. He slept with my dad? I haven’t had time to process it, but I know this changes everything. Suddenly I want to find Jack. I want to find him so that I can confront him about Lowell, in front of Jeff, and then tell him about his boyfriend’s past relationship. I want to fucking tear them apart and watch them crumble before me. What was dad thinking? He loved mom, or so I thought.. I’m so fucking confused. I can’t keep this to myself, I head towards my office just along the corridor as I pull out my phone and call my younger brother, and thank fuck he answers. “Phil, thank fuck, where are you?” he tells me he’s at home. “Oh, fuck I thought you’d be here..” I turn down the corridor and approach my office door, ready to give myself some privacy to tell Philip everything. “Ok, are you sitting down? I just found… something out. It would appear our father once sle--” FUCK! There’s an enormous rumble, the sound of crashing and crunching, followed by a giant BOOM that wipes everything out, including my phone. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

11:11 Director_Shona_Young: Well, that was a disaster. It baffles me how a man of Jeff Rogers’ standing genuinely believes that Jack is a good agent. I feel like nobody besides me is seeing sense, but maybe.. Maybe this whole Lowell situation will just be enough to drive a wedge between them. There is no doubt in my mind that they are romantically involved.. The way Jack sacrificed himself, coupled with how hard Jeff is taking his loss, speaks so much volume. I sit back at my chair and press my fingers to my temples, this whole situation has given me such a damn headache. That’s all Jack is good for, giving me headaches. He’s a waste of space, and I’ve tried so hard to mould him into a son I can truly be proud of.. But he’s resisted every-- Suddenly, the building vibrates harshly to the sound of crashes, like somebody just drove a fucking military tank through our front door. “Oh for fuck’s sake, what now?” Is the only reaction I can give, then BOOM and the lights go out. Brilliant. Fucking brilliant. There’s a panic room down the hall, but maybe I’m too far away. I grab my small pistol, foolish not to carry one at all times, and move towards the door with haste but hear the footsteps of somebody rapidly approaching. Fuck, here we go. I ran back to my desk and crouched behind it, my gun pointed at the door with intent. Somebody barges in and I pull the damn trigger.

11:11 Agent_Michael_Young: I spring into action immediately, there’s enough light for me to see the handle to my office door. I dive inside and run to my desk, reaching into the drawer to pull out my pistol. My only instinct now is to protect mom, so I run back out and head towards the conference room. She should still be in there, it’s only been a few minutes. Fuck, mom.. Please be okay.. Please, please.. “Mom!” I yell as I run towards the conference room, barging inside before being greeted by a bullet slicing through my bicep, but luckily just skimming it. “FUCK!” I quickly raise my gun to my attacker before realising it’s my mother. “Fuck’s sake, mom!” my arm stings like a bitch and blood trickles down my elbow and drips onto the floor.

11:11 Director_Shona_Young: “Michael!” I cry out, realising I’ve wounded my precious boy. “Why are you barging in here during an attack!? Never mind,” I shush him as he goes to answer. “Just get me to the safe room, and.. Take this, I clearly can’t aim..” I pass him my sidearm as I approach him, glancing at his new wound courtesy of me. It’s superficial, a graze more than anything. I let him lead the way, it’s just at the end of the corridor.. It’s impenetrable, I can stay in there until the attack is over. It occurs to me that the electrics are all out, but I’m sure there’s a mechanical failsafe to the safe room door.. Surely there is, because if not then what’s the point? I might be fighting my way out of here after all.

10:20 Liam_Snow: After we entered the building, I followed Daniel Allen just for a bit, but as soon as I saw the staircases upwards, I gestured to two of my men to follow me. No one is going to escape from this attack. Oh fuck… This is really fun. I can’t wait to screw all of them up inside. There is a long hallway, and an elevator at the end of it. There are also so many doors, and I can’t wait to barge into one of them, shooting some guards between their eyes. But suddenly, I see two shadows trying to enter the corridor. I can’t help but smile to myself. One of them seems more muscular, as if he is an agent. The other one is more slim and smaller, probably a female. I chuckle, and tell my friends to be quiet. Then suddenly, I threw my smoke grenade to the place where they were about to go outside, and shouted “You idiots really thought you could escape? No can do ladies and gentlemen…” Then I start shooting towards the door over and over again in order to trap them in their office. My other two men continue to crawl towards the office, getting the benefit from my gunshots. One of them holding his two knives in his hands; the other one is holding a pistol. They think they can get out of that room alive? Huh… Pathetic…

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: I turn towards the door and take her pistol from her. God, I love her fire. So many directors would run and scream in a situation like this, but she’s here to fight. I open the door but close it immediately. “Get down!” I yell at her as we wake cover, I slide the pistol across the floor to her again. I’m not letting her be unarmed during this, bad aim or not. Two guards burst into the room, and I have to act on instinct. I kick out at the knees of one guy, bringing him to the floor before shooting him in the head. He had a gun, the other guy was holding knives and advancing on my mom who is shooting blindly at him. How can she miss every single bullet? I point my gun to the back of his head and shoot him right through the skull, fucking insect. As he falls to the floor, I notice my mom is now covered in his blood.. And for this she won’t be happy. I hear somebody else out in the corridor, and crouch by the door ready to pounce.

12:26 Director_Shona_Young: Michael yells and I do as he commands, retrieving my gun from him. As two men enter the room, I’m faced with one holding two knives. Who brings a knife to a gunfight? I just have to keep my distance, crawling back in my stilettos as I fire off at him. I empty my pistol and I still haven’t landed a hit, it’s harder than it looks. The little shit has the nerve to laugh at me as he stalks me, and suddenly there’s a giant hole in his head and an ocean of blood covers me. I take a few seconds to realise what’s just happened, then look down at my suit in dismay. “Michael! This is fucking Gucci, are you shitting me!?” There’s more footsteps outside, so I crouch in my bloodied suit that’s now sticking to me. Oh fuck this is gross, how do my boys do this? Get him, Michael.. Break his fucking neck.

10:20 Liam_Snow: My friends rush inside the room, but suddenly, I hear a couple of gunshots. Fuck them… They killed my friends, huh? Oh they are going to pay. I am going to make them regret it. I grit my teeth, and finally come very close. But I can tell someone is taking cover next to the door, by the noises I hear, I can tell. Hmm… I think for a moment, then suddenly, an idea comes to my mind. I take out my peg tog, and throw it to the inside of the office. This peg tog is my charm, always carrying this with me. Once they see that in the dark, they are going to think it’s another bomb, and they will panic, and better, they are going to be distracted. I wait one and a half second after I throw the peg tog, then start shooting inside, trying to hit one of the figures in their chest.

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: I wait by the door, ready to unleash a furious attack on this guy who dares to break into the CSIS. Suddenly a grenade is thrown into the room and my heart sinks.. I don’t know if I can save mom from this. “Grenade!” I yell, hoping to give her enough warning as I run and jump, flipping a desk and hiding behind it. As I jump over the desk I hear the spray of bullets firing into the room, and one buries itself deep into my right shoulder blade. The pain radiates across my back, but there’s no explosion. He fucking tricked us. “Arghhh, FUCK!” I’m not on the top of my game today, and this is getting embarrassing. I breathe through the pain and pray to God that mom is still alive. She’s smart, I have no doubt that she hid and survived.. But what the fuck am I going to do about this guy? I’m now pinned behind a desk and he’s got a gun, not the most ideal of situations. I have an idea, and it’s risky as fuck.. I have to play dead. I flop to the floor and lay motionless in waiting. Either he’ll come over and investigate, or he’ll go over to my mom and I can sneak up on him. I just have to lay patiently, ignoring the pain in my back.

12:26 Director_Shona_Young: A fucking grenade? I wasn’t meant to die today. This is just going from bad to worse, I run to the opposite side of the room and hide behind a desk, hoping it takes the brunt of the explosion. But there is no explosion, only gunfire pinging off the metal desk. Come on, Michael, just do something! You’re one of our best, just think. He makes no noise, and I daren’t shout and draw attention to myself.. But the longer the room stays silent, the more I accept my fate. This is the end of Shona Young, and with it the CSIS. I have no fear, my attacker is not worthy of my fear.. I can only accept the citation for what it is.

10:20 Liam_Snow: I grin as I hear my bullet slam into the big guy, the male one, and he falls to the ground, motionless. Oh FUCK… Did I kill him? Well, that was easy. But the other person, the female one, is still in the room. I am going to show them who is the boss indeed. Cautiously, I start examining the room, slowly staggering to the place where the smaller feminine figure ran. “Come on MIss… Why bother playing hide and seek?” I mock them, still acting careful since there can be something coming out of nowhere. I approached the desk slowly where the woman hid herself. The shadow of her reveals herself a bit. And there she is, trying to escape from me, the Syndicate. No way… death and destruction came for you… I smile as I meet her gaze, and casually point my gun to her head, pull the trigger.

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: I’m hyperaware now, listening to his footsteps. Are they approaching or fading.. They’re fading, he’s going for mom. I activate my stealth mode and flank behind him, creeping along the floor. He’s so focused on getting her that he doesn’t once glance back, I’m going to snap his fucking neck. He looks small and young, a fucking child breaking into the CSIS. He’s clearly not the top dog, just some lackey they’ve got carrying out orders. I can’t risk using my gun and having the gun jam on me, or finding out it’s run out of bullets. Plus.. I want answers from this guy. I sneak right up behind him as he approaches me mom, and he points his gun at her head. Oh, you thought you were lucky, kid? I smash my palm into his forearm, pushing his aim off balance as he pulls the trigger. The bullet hits nothing but plasterboard but I follow up on my attack, wrapping my left bicep around his throat and gripping his gun-wielding wrist in my right hand, keeping it away from my mom. “Mom! Safe room, GO!” I pull on this kid’s neck, taking him down to the floor as I twist, getting on top of him as I choke him out.

12:26 Director_Shona_Young: The footsteps get closer and closer, and suddenly a child with a gun bigger than him is in my face. I have nothing, and I’m not going to try and fight this little shit. I’ll take my death as it comes, with the eyes of a dragon peering into his soul. Just at the last second I see the figure of my boy Michael, grabbing my attacker and throwing him off balance. I’m saved, and I’m so grateful to my boy.. He commands me to run to the safe room and I waste absolutely no time. I run out of the room and down the corridor, securing myself in the saferoom that thank fuck has a mechanical lock, and I wait for this all to blow over.

10:20 Liam_Snow: Suddenly, a hand pushes my forearm, and my bullet slams into something else completely. Oh FUCK… Didn’t this guy die? He tells his mom to run away. That was his mother? Alright, I didn’t know. Not gonna lie, if I knew, I wouldn’t have tried to kill her in front of her son. But that’s my job after all. I don’t care. His left arm wraps around my neck, and his right hand seizes my own, preventing me from aiming my sidearm. Then he pushes me down on the floor while his huge body is on top of me. Fucking piece of shit… I am going to show them who is the boss. I dig my chin into his forearm to increase the pressure on him. He holds my hands to prevent me using the gun. But my other hand goes to his foot, and holds his ankle, pulling it upwards to increase the burning effect on his leg as well. My foot also goes down to his other foot to pin and crush it down under my boot’s rubber sole. But I will give it to this agent, he is strong, with some heavy muscles.

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: He tries his best to out-wrestle me on the floor, groping and clawing to inflict pain. I’ll hand it to him, he can certainly give me a good fight. But this sixteen-year-old kid, or so it seems, has nothing on me. His chin digs into my forearm and it hurts like a bitch, but I’ve got this. I lift my head back and throw it forward in a vicious headbutt, trying to weaken this little punk. I twist his wrist viciously, causing maximum pain to make him drop the gun. Then, I headbutt him again but I can’t do anymore without incapacitating myself. I grind against him as I tighten my grip on his throat, crushing the life out of him like a boa constrictor. “Come on you little shit, give up.. You know it’s hopeless..”

10:20 Liam_Snow: I start moaning in pain as that idiot Canadian start squeezing the hell out of me. He also adds a headbutt to the back of my head which hurts like hell. “AHHHH…” You bitch… I am going to make you regret it at the end. Do you think I would submit to you? Hah… In your dreams. I let go of his foot, and force his own legs to spread widely by hooking my legs around his. He twists my hand harsher which causes me to drop the gun unwillingly. I grunt hard “Fuck you piece of shi…” I only have one free hand, but I know what to do. I suddenly reach to my belt, and take out my knife. He can’t prevent me with his legs or his arms since they are all busy. Gritting my teeth, I drive my knife directly to his left calf to stab it over and over again.

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: I swear I had this little fucker, but he's actually not bad. He reacts quickly to losing his gun, and reaches out a knife. It sinks deep into my thigh and hurts like a fucking bitch, but this kid isn't easing up, he brings it back out to stab again. "FUCK!" I yell down his ear in reaction to the first stab as pain floods my calf. I quickly roll us over like I'm fighting a gator so that he is now on top of me, both of us facing the ceiling. It throws him off balance and his knife hits the floor and then the air. He still has my legs spread, so before he can drive the knife into me again I claw at his face with my right hand as my left arm still snakes around his throat. I claw at his eyes and bite down on his ear, desperate to make him drop the knife. I'm vicious when I fight, and this teenager is going to learn that the hard way.

10:20 Liam_Snow: YES... I stabbed him. Yup… Fresh as fuck, you fart. But suddenly, he flips us over, never letting me go. Fucking Jesus… How strong this guy is… My breaths are slowing down, and after forcing me to drop my knife, he starts clawing my face harshly, raking my eyes, and biting my ears. I scream in pain “GRAHHH….” I start to cough harshly, trying to struggle more and more to free myself. But it has no use… I try my best to stay focused, and drive my knife to his calf one more time before I let go of my knife completely, and move my hand to his to push it away. This guy is determined, and choking me like crazy. But I will try my best… Until my last breath, I won’t surrender…

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: This fucker.. He started off alright, but now he’s a bit-- “FUUCKK!!” The fucking little bastard sinks his knife into my leg one final time before I hear it clatter against the floor. This is it, time to kill this child.. I quickly swap my arms, wrapping my right arm across his throat as I reach for the knife with my left hand.. Then, I plunge it down fast and hard right into his gut. It sinks in right to the hilt just to the right of his navel. I let it sit there for a few seconds to let him feel the pain.. Then I twist it and yank it out. It’s a big-ass knife, and that will be enough to take the fight out of him. I throw him to the side and get to my feet, enjoying his moans of pain. Time to get some answers, and quickly. I only need a few minutes, and this fucking teenager will tell me everything he knows. I limp to a chair and bring it over to him, then heave him from the floor and throw him into the chair. I place the tip of the knife under his chin and tilt his head back so that I can see the pain in his eyes. “I swear to fucking God, you have minutes to live and you’re going to spend these last few agonising spilling your guts, literally.. Now, is this a Syndicate attack?” I smash him across the face with the knife handle.

10:20 Liam_Snow: After I dropped my knife, this idiot agent suddenly swaps his arms, and takes my knife all of a sudden. Then a sudden sharp pain in my gut, and I yell “FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCKKKK YOUUU…” He doesn’t let it out too, bastard. Then he throws me to the side, and it just hurts. FUCK… Who the hell is he? He is strong. How… HOW… Then he yanks me up from the floor, and throws me to the chair, putting the edge of his knife under my chin. Hah… Do you think I would submit to you? I would never do this to Daniel. I am sorry sir… I loved you so much. I force myself to grin even though to pain in my body, not turning my gaze away from his “Go to hell you fucking piece of horse shit!..” then I spit on his face to make him angrier. No fucking way he is going to get any information out of me. I am already dead now. Nothing I can do about it… But I won’t give this fucking bastard another win. Nothing...

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: This kid is going to talk, I’ll make damn sure of it. If this is a syndicate attack, then I guess I better make some effort and ask where Jack is.. But the little shit spits in my face. I can tell in an instant that I don’t have the time to make him talk. I nod, pondering his fate. “Ok, kid..” I wipe my face with my sleeve. “That’s fine..” I sit on his lap with a leg either side of his body, pinning him down into the chair. With my right hand I grip the back of his neck and keep his head held high, forcing him to stare into my eyes. Then, with the knife in my left hand, I plunge it deep into his gut again. I watch the pain flash across his trying-to-be-tough-guy face, but he’s just a kid.. And the effort is almost laughable. “Instead..” I remove the knife and stab him slowly in another part of his gut. “I’ll just take..” I do it again. “..my time..” and then I keep going, I have no idea how long he’ll last but I’m just so fucking happy to see him suffer for these last few moments. Breaking into the CSIS and trying to take us down? Fucking piece of shit. I stab, stab and stab until he slips away from me. I realise afterwards that I’m breathing heavily, my teeth were clenched the entire time.. Fuck, I got into that a little too much. I get off him and fight through the pain in my leg, heading back into the heart of the CSIS HQ. I need to find my mom, or Jeff.. Marc, Seb.. the “British” prick, anybody..

10:20 Liam_Snow: Oh yeah, I am dead. This guy is just going to kill me with pleasure, and I don’t mind. It’s my job, and I know the responsibilities. I know the risks. And just because one of the risks came true, I won’t betray Daniel. Nope… This guy won’t have any words from me. Then he sits down on my lap, looking directly into my eyes. Then another sudden sharp pain in my gut. FUCK THIS GUY… Then he does it again… And again… And with each stab, my smile fades away more and more, adding more and more pain which I cannot hide on my face any longer. But I don’t want to give him the pleasure he wants. I cough blood, then mumble weakly “I hope… You… Burn… In hell…” Then I close my eyes, and my head slowly falls to that idiot Canadian’s shoulder for the last time.

Published: 2021-05-15, viewed 35 times.