Liam looked over at Sarah, a smile on his own face as he looked back at Pavel bungling in, along with the two hostages.
"Thank fuck for that." Liam simply said, as Pavel shut the rear doors, the two hostages confused but reassured by Pavel that they were getting out.
"This is Hydroxide, we got them. What's the plan on extract Malcolm?" Liam said, as he hit the throttle, accelerating hard as he drove out of the yard, the rain almost hail as he sped back onto the dirt roads.
"Understood...plan is simple, get to Bialystok, we'll recover leave them with the Germans from there. They intact?"
"As best as they can be. Fuck, the sods weren't half badly armed." Liam simply replied, looking over at Sarah, as he shifted up again, going faster as he skidded the van around the corner, wanting to make a fast escape before anyone else came.
"Copy. Ditch your guns at the Polish border. That's an order- we have no authority, we're bloody contractors, remember, not militants. Let's not make it look as if we did it in the way we did. The Germans care about their hostages, but the Polish authorities, if they catch you, will really mess up your day." Malcolm said simply, as Liam listened to his handler.
"Got it mate. Give us two hours." He said simply, before looking to Sarah, with a pissed off face.
"Well...fuck that. We ain't even out of Belarus, and if we get caught at the border, we'll have no defense. I ain't ditching my P226 either. Pavel, you hear?" Liam said, knocking on the metal behind him, and hearing his Czech fellow contractor's voice, a bit muffled though.
"I heard that. I got a friend back home in Liberec, he can hide them and get the shit we want back, and keep the shittier weapons."
"You suggesting we drive all the way there?"
"Well...."
"Fuck me." Liam simply said, as he looked ahead on the road, his pistol still at the ready. A UAZ came to a stop, as Liam cursed loudly, again. Slowing down, Liam looked at the car, watching as three soldiers got out- they looked like they were government. His eyes turned to Sarah, implying to keep quiet for the moment, as he made a simply utterance:
"Let them come up, but be ready."
The soldier at the front raised his AKM, as Liam stopped the van. Keeping the pistol in the door, ready at his left hand if needed, he let the window down as the man came up. "No Belarussian, no Belarussian! We are tourists!" Liam said in his best "foreign" pointing and English as he could, the man then proceeding to open the door. The second soldier came to Sarah's side, as Liam realized something more would be needed than a simple shot to the head. Sarah had time. But he didn't. He let the door open, and unbuckling his seatbelt, he half got out, aware the man was armed, but his weapon for the moment was lowered. Using his momentum as he got out, he gave a sharp kick with his left prosthetic to the soldier's knee, the soldier dazed as he howled in agony from the sheer force that Liam lashed out with. In that moment, Liam was able to fully get out, and grab the soldier's bald head, slamming it against the side of the door, as he watched the third man raise his gun. Using the door as cover, Liam kept his head down, as bullets flew past the window, Pavel and Ariana staying in with the hostages as planned in case shit went wrong. It was up to Liam and Sarah to sort this out- and Liam knew that one was now firing bullets at them. Grabbing his P226 from the door, he shot five loose rounds through the shattered window, with one hitting the Belarussian soldier, before he got a proper aim and shot three more into his torso. Looking over, the man on the ground was bleeding heavily from the head, but went for Liam's right leg, bringing him down as he threw a weak punch at his head, dazing Liam but giving him the chance to elbow him hard in the shoulder and get a hold. Twisting, his adrenaline running liquid in that moment, he heard the man howl again, as he grabbed his loose pistol, and executed the man, wiping the blood as he coughed hard.
Dragging the body away into a ditch, he looked over at Sarah, with an inclination.
"Don't just sit there lass. Let's get them hidden, we'll have to burn the car too. Jesus Christ." Liam said, coughing again as he wiped the blood from his cut left leg, just above his prosthetic. He put the P226 back in it's holster, as he looked over at her, his walk a simple one as the bandana-wearing contractor approached the man he had killed with his P226 earlier on. Dragging his body by the car, he wanted to make it look as if it was a simple ambush from the group they had just been fighting. The rain pissed down, with the blood washing a slght muddy grey and red in the ditch where the two bodies now were. This third one would burn with the car- it made sense to do that, to make it look more like an ambush rather than an execution. Getting into the UAZ, Liam searched for a can of petrol- it was unreliable to find it these days in these parts, after all. He found a five litre can in the back, already aware of what was going to happen.
Throwing the petrol can over the UAZ, as he finished emptying it, he looked over at Sarah, his bruised and soaked face saying everything.
"It isn't the most pleasant line of work. But they're all bastards, and we'd be dead by now if we didn't do this. Let's get going." Liam said, pulling his lighter out as he got a flame, the blue flame emerging from the Zippo a pleasant sight for him. Approaching the fabric roof at the back, he got a slight burn of a wet rag, aware that the petrol would soon burn and combust the whole car. Walking away with Sarah back to the Transporter, Liam looked back only once, as the entire thing engulfed into flames, a small explosion going off as the fuel tank went up, and the frame burned, leaving a smoke cloud. Starting the engine, Liam hit the gas again, driving past the burning car as he knew it was time to leave Belarus, and go home. He wiped his face, almost inert in what had happened. They did what they could, and they did what they have to. He knew he wasn't perfect, and to Sarah, perhaps he was even a little bit mad. But he did what he felt had to be done, and he knew that it was the way things would work in the team.
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I've RP'd for the best part of over 15 years now here on the Guild, and particularly like military settings, both contemporary, past and near future. I have even dabbled in a little more experimental RPs, as well as created a plethora of 1x1s over my time in the guild. I like creating RPs with a distinct flavour- and often shift between narrative-led RPs to semi-randomised plots. I've been more a GM lately than a player, and don't really lean into fandom- instead, exploring my own universes lifting themes from other source material.
My main interests are military-themed, near-future RPs, with a focus on technology. But I'm beginning to push what that RP idea looks like- taking inspiration from lots of media and focussing on the fun, indulgent side of RP, whilst also exploring the lows and emotional side.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/190121-rav…
Raven Squad is a project over seven years in the making, and focusses on a class-based, eccentric yet half-grounded near future special forces team that acts as a response team where you can't send any special forces team in. It's incredibly dumb, incredibly loose, and yet, has delivered some of my favourite plot points in RPG. A brainless action flick a la John Wick and Kingsman meets a complex thriller with a fun left turn in it, Raven has been the culmination of over a decade of loving special forces RPG, gaming influences and other silliness in a package that has provided players with something quite different to a normal military themed RPG. While at an end, this is an RP that is a signature- it's silly as hell, takes itself barely seriously, and is what peak fun military RPG to me should be.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/192916-del…
Delta Hyper is a love letter to Wipeout, F1's Drive to Survive (Netflix) and contemporary Formula One, with influences from solarpunk, cyberpunk, transhumanism and other posthumanist concepts. An RP that follows pilots in their ups and downs, it's a story that hasn't got me playing an actual character, but framing the camera at each pilot (played by others), and presenting it as if it were a documentary. Lifting elements from TTRPG, this is a Racing RPG like no other and no parallel exists- using dice rolls and randomisation, with a stats-driven system to generate race results, rather than actually RPing the races, players experience the fast-paced, dynamic world of anti-gravity racing. This means that come Qualifying and Race, the results are genuinely a surprise to everyone- and based on decisions made through dilemmas and decisions made between races. Friendships, rivalry, the glamour and even a little political undertone play out in 2094, in a colourful, utopian future that focuses on the fight to take first place.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/196931-tac…
Then there's Tactical Breach Wizards: Fireteam Hex. First use of any set IP as a formal setting, this is an RP that offers a darker mirror to Raven Squad, focussing on the other side of the equation- unlikely heroes in an uncomfortable position. I don't normally do fantasy, but the world, the lore, the feeling of the characters and the ability to write a comedy just was too difficult to pass up. An RP that focuses on a group running away from a variety of threats as wanted mercenary wizards in the middle of a post-revolution, Eastern-Europe adjacent 1990s to present Polavia.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/197399-dis…
Lastly, Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont. This is another IP-adjacent world, albeit drawing on a different setting and a new cast of superheroes. As my "first" proper superhero RP, this combines workplace comedy, a Storyteller-lite system and a fun, diverse, and large cast together in a dynamic, diverse setting.
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy. I aim to clear posts within a week!
My main interests are military-themed, near-future RPs, with a focus on technology. But I'm beginning to push what that RP idea looks like- taking inspiration from lots of media and focussing on the fun, indulgent side of RP, whilst also exploring the lows and emotional side.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/190121-rav…
Raven Squad is a project over seven years in the making, and focusses on a class-based, eccentric yet half-grounded near future special forces team that acts as a response team where you can't send any special forces team in. It's incredibly dumb, incredibly loose, and yet, has delivered some of my favourite plot points in RPG. A brainless action flick a la John Wick and Kingsman meets a complex thriller with a fun left turn in it, Raven has been the culmination of over a decade of loving special forces RPG, gaming influences and other silliness in a package that has provided players with something quite different to a normal military themed RPG. While at an end, this is an RP that is a signature- it's silly as hell, takes itself barely seriously, and is what peak fun military RPG to me should be.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/192916-del…
Delta Hyper is a love letter to Wipeout, F1's Drive to Survive (Netflix) and contemporary Formula One, with influences from solarpunk, cyberpunk, transhumanism and other posthumanist concepts. An RP that follows pilots in their ups and downs, it's a story that hasn't got me playing an actual character, but framing the camera at each pilot (played by others), and presenting it as if it were a documentary. Lifting elements from TTRPG, this is a Racing RPG like no other and no parallel exists- using dice rolls and randomisation, with a stats-driven system to generate race results, rather than actually RPing the races, players experience the fast-paced, dynamic world of anti-gravity racing. This means that come Qualifying and Race, the results are genuinely a surprise to everyone- and based on decisions made through dilemmas and decisions made between races. Friendships, rivalry, the glamour and even a little political undertone play out in 2094, in a colourful, utopian future that focuses on the fight to take first place.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/196931-tac…
Then there's Tactical Breach Wizards: Fireteam Hex. First use of any set IP as a formal setting, this is an RP that offers a darker mirror to Raven Squad, focussing on the other side of the equation- unlikely heroes in an uncomfortable position. I don't normally do fantasy, but the world, the lore, the feeling of the characters and the ability to write a comedy just was too difficult to pass up. An RP that focuses on a group running away from a variety of threats as wanted mercenary wizards in the middle of a post-revolution, Eastern-Europe adjacent 1990s to present Polavia.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/197399-dis…
Lastly, Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont. This is another IP-adjacent world, albeit drawing on a different setting and a new cast of superheroes. As my "first" proper superhero RP, this combines workplace comedy, a Storyteller-lite system and a fun, diverse, and large cast together in a dynamic, diverse setting.
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy. I aim to clear posts within a week!
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Anyone seen Phren/Skyth around? I just want him around, because you know, we just need him and all. Good to see you all- I really want to get back to it, I am going to get something rolling soon.
Natalie smiled, looking out on him as they got out, walking down the street. She knew that they were a sight to behold, Athena and Ares embodied into these two mortal potrayal of Gods. Most recognized the big fellow- Victor Kanatario, a renowned WSM compeitor, who anyone who was in Brussels that day would recognize. Only a few knew Natalie, from the Olympics a few years ago. The others that didn't, knew that she seemed like a tamer and the perfect accompanyment to the Mohican by her side, and that wasn't too far from the truth. Unless it was the other way around. Natalie wasn't sure herself- but all she knew was, was that they got on well, and they had a life far more extraordinary than a normal human being's. That she had experienced a little when she was young, but even so, it was too dull. Nothing was intense, nothing compared. The VDV, and then Spetsnaz Alfa Gruppa, then her own autonomous work for the Spetsnaz GRU as a lone operator meant that she had seen more than enough combat, at the age of 23. Going into the PMC and the "Bear" armor changed her forever. And Victor? Well, to her, he was the center. She had spent time with many men, and they were too insignificant. Many couldn't handle what she had. The size, the proportions, the lifestyle. Not even the wildest Russian could try a relationship with her. It was like trying to fight a Lion with your bare hands. It would never work sanely, and she knew as much as men lusted over her curves and her beauty, they never considered a lifelong commitment or time with her. Victor was the only man that Natalie knew would roar back if she growled, and that would happily stand over her, and make it very clear that he was the only equal on this planet to her. So that was why Natalie had predominantly gotten on, and found that he was the only man on the earth that ever understood what she did. And in some ways, she was happy it was like that. They'd never go. They were fixtures in life, and Natalie knew that full well. The bullet from earlier that had hit her side had been pulled out while she was in Akitoieri, and she felt a tiny cramp, though it was mostly insignificant due to a giant-sized portion of painkillers. That barely really hit her system, but did some relief.
Looking behind, before Natalie looked over at Victor, she smiled, her hand around his.
"We sure are popular..." She said in French, aware that Victor would understand, and maybe some locals. He had to, she guessed- he lived so close to the Ontario border back in the US, and his tribe were almost practically in that area. As they walked in, she knew it would be a good day of watching him distribute some hell to the other competitors, and that she'd be a debated topic. She didn't make herself incredibly public- this wasn't the place to massively overdo it, but she knew that it was simply because she knew that it wasn't precisely her show.
Later on, Natalie found herself by the press, with Victor having cameras pointed her way. Natalie stayed out, waving to VIctor in a certain way as she watched the other strongmen go at each other in the tug of war. Pah, she thought to herself. With her level of training and physical fitness, in a certain event she could bowl them over. Her own physical training routine to keep herself as athletic and powerful as possible was barbaric, with swimming, lifting and a combination of running and clambering being her approach. She enjoyed having fun whenever she worked out- and Victor took a simular approach, from what she saw. Helping logging companies to move their wood...and that to her was indeed some serious power that he held. Still, she knew that the WSW, the women's equivalent, was full of women that had nothing on her and something she was thinking about. They were strong, but to be Natalie Denisova style strong, it took something else. Something very different- and whilst she knew she had flaws in areas, and could definitely bulk up even more if she wanted to at the expense of her looks, it wasn't worth it for the capability in the suit or in competition. She let out a woop, louder than the others at Victor, a grin on her face as she literally stood two to three heads above most in the crowd. Sometimes, being tall gave you the best view of the best man in your life, Natalie thought to herself, as she watched Victor approach Magnus, and congratulate the Chinese winner. Natalie cheered herself, a little loudly, thinking to the time she met Mariusz Pudzianowski. He was a little..different to Victor, but he had a vigor that she could tell had made him a winner. But whatever it was in life, there was no denying it in her head. Natalie knew for a fact, that when there's almost 8 feet of Mohican-Danish muscle and pure power with military precision and courage, that Victor was a man beyond any comprehension. And he had a right to roar. To Natalie, the scene felt ecstatic, almost electric, as she knew that he was swallowing up in the moment, and truly enjoying it. Somehow, in that crowd, Natalie knew that Victor would never miss the sight of her among the few press that was there, her own sheer size helping to reinforce that she was the giant's love intrest. And she knew full well, one day, they would intertwine in a marriage, one that she'd wait on him to drop on her. Natalie didn't mind Victor dropping a surprise, and knew that after all this time, of working together, and loving each other, something had to come. In some ways, it was good to be here, out of the fight. Rather than asphyxiating Cypriot gangsters with her pair, she was in some form of extra-ordinary normality. Rather than floating with a helium suit in a gusty storm onto a large trawler, armored like a tank and impervious to bullets, she was now mingling with mere mortals, with people who everyday, were just here to watch something mad. Natalie knew that for what she had, she was gifted, and that intelligence, looks and size like this was a fluke. Even herself, she had to admit- that herself and Victor were close to perfection, the ultimate human beings, the Gods among mortals to stand above and make change. Perhaps, it was why Natalie felt so ecstatic. Normality never felt so crazy.
Looking behind, before Natalie looked over at Victor, she smiled, her hand around his.
"We sure are popular..." She said in French, aware that Victor would understand, and maybe some locals. He had to, she guessed- he lived so close to the Ontario border back in the US, and his tribe were almost practically in that area. As they walked in, she knew it would be a good day of watching him distribute some hell to the other competitors, and that she'd be a debated topic. She didn't make herself incredibly public- this wasn't the place to massively overdo it, but she knew that it was simply because she knew that it wasn't precisely her show.
Later on, Natalie found herself by the press, with Victor having cameras pointed her way. Natalie stayed out, waving to VIctor in a certain way as she watched the other strongmen go at each other in the tug of war. Pah, she thought to herself. With her level of training and physical fitness, in a certain event she could bowl them over. Her own physical training routine to keep herself as athletic and powerful as possible was barbaric, with swimming, lifting and a combination of running and clambering being her approach. She enjoyed having fun whenever she worked out- and Victor took a simular approach, from what she saw. Helping logging companies to move their wood...and that to her was indeed some serious power that he held. Still, she knew that the WSW, the women's equivalent, was full of women that had nothing on her and something she was thinking about. They were strong, but to be Natalie Denisova style strong, it took something else. Something very different- and whilst she knew she had flaws in areas, and could definitely bulk up even more if she wanted to at the expense of her looks, it wasn't worth it for the capability in the suit or in competition. She let out a woop, louder than the others at Victor, a grin on her face as she literally stood two to three heads above most in the crowd. Sometimes, being tall gave you the best view of the best man in your life, Natalie thought to herself, as she watched Victor approach Magnus, and congratulate the Chinese winner. Natalie cheered herself, a little loudly, thinking to the time she met Mariusz Pudzianowski. He was a little..different to Victor, but he had a vigor that she could tell had made him a winner. But whatever it was in life, there was no denying it in her head. Natalie knew for a fact, that when there's almost 8 feet of Mohican-Danish muscle and pure power with military precision and courage, that Victor was a man beyond any comprehension. And he had a right to roar. To Natalie, the scene felt ecstatic, almost electric, as she knew that he was swallowing up in the moment, and truly enjoying it. Somehow, in that crowd, Natalie knew that Victor would never miss the sight of her among the few press that was there, her own sheer size helping to reinforce that she was the giant's love intrest. And she knew full well, one day, they would intertwine in a marriage, one that she'd wait on him to drop on her. Natalie didn't mind Victor dropping a surprise, and knew that after all this time, of working together, and loving each other, something had to come. In some ways, it was good to be here, out of the fight. Rather than asphyxiating Cypriot gangsters with her pair, she was in some form of extra-ordinary normality. Rather than floating with a helium suit in a gusty storm onto a large trawler, armored like a tank and impervious to bullets, she was now mingling with mere mortals, with people who everyday, were just here to watch something mad. Natalie knew that for what she had, she was gifted, and that intelligence, looks and size like this was a fluke. Even herself, she had to admit- that herself and Victor were close to perfection, the ultimate human beings, the Gods among mortals to stand above and make change. Perhaps, it was why Natalie felt so ecstatic. Normality never felt so crazy.
Not really, sorry. I want to get QueenOfTheBee (Supersoccerball) and Skythyon back in then we're commencing onwards. Cheers.
Meh, insomnia drove me to put this OOC up. The IC will be back up sooner or later for us all to post in.
(Sorry if this is an enormous Godmod- but I did it inbetween the airport and the second part, because I had to kinda fit it like that. Also, I may have to PM you on your opinion on something- it's another World Development thing that I'm doing, and I think that you might like the sound of it.)
Natalie smiled, looking at him as he came in, unsuspectingly on her. She let him creep up on him, just like she knew he would. Wrapping her arms around him, she smiled, whispering as she moved her head up.
"Let's just get to the car. I'll show you." Natalie said, growling as she kissed him tenderly, before taking his hand and following him towards the old Hummer. How he had gotten this car, Natalie didn't know, but all she did know was, it fit them, just. Natalie barely managed to bundle herself into the passenger seat, and shut the door, aware that Victor was now getting in.
"Drive to somewhere quiet, Victor. Just stop off, then you know, take us to the hotel and all." Natalie said simply, as she did her belt up, barely able to pull it out enough past her chest and sheer size. This car felt significantly larger, but to her, it felt like sitting in a cramped hatchback.
As Victor drove on, out of the airport and onto a small motorway, Natalie pointed out a sign. A service station- one with just truck parking and a toilet, coming up in 500m.
"Drive into there Victor, trust me on this. We need some privacy, and anyone who's there at this time in the morning will be asleep if they've got trucks." Natalie said simply, checking her hair as she sat up, looking over at her partner. He eclipsed her to some extent in size, he was sheerly massive. From his mohawk to his enormous feet and hands, you could tell that this man was a mountain, not a mere human. They were both some of the deadliest human beings on this earth, yet Natalie knew that they were both able to enjoy the finer things in life. And that they did, very well. Their sex life was like something out of Fifty Shades of Grey, and they seemed to be the perfect couple almost. Liked the same hobbies, the same occupation, and most of all, spent time together doing what they loved. Natalie knew exactly that that wasn't precisely normal- but to her, Victor was the antidote to her poison, and the only man that could ever tame her wild and near-psychotic lust for life.
Hoping that Victor would stop, Natalie undid her checked shirt, revealing her exposed chest, a little pale lately yet significantly overwhelming. As Victor pulled into a discrete parking spot on Natalie's request, she undid her bra, letting her two breasts fall out, and hearing the large V8 engine come to a stop, she turned to him.
"Now..." Natalie said, undoing his trouser zip, as she then saw his ridicioulously large boxers come to view beneath his gigantic silk trousers, and she smirked at him, aware that this really would be another treat for him. Bending over, she got to work, aware that Victor knew exactly what was going on. To spit or swallow, that was the case in the layby on the side of some random Belgian motorway.
A little while later, they were just about to get back on the road, Natalie smiling as she put the tissues away back into the glove box.
"Absolutely, Victor. That was just a taster." Natalie said, as she looked out, getting back in and putting her seatbelt on as she let Victor drive on, to wherever next. They were still quite close to Brussels, and relatively close to the hotel that they would stay at.
"And breakfast sounds good- you got a portion already..." Natalie said, chuckling with an almost evil contempt as she turned back to the serious topic at hand.
"Make mine about 50 egg whites and bacon and I'll be a happy girl, believe me Victor. I'll tell you about Cyprus over it...I had some fun to say the least. Didn't get that many holiday photos, but I think whatever was worth it I sent to you.." Natalie said, aware that they were back on the road, and going to wherever it was that Victor had mentioned. She simply loved teasing him, aware that he took it well, and that she was full of it. She buttoned up her shirt again- something which looked strange on a woman of her size and type, but surprisingly, worked well, in making her look a little more chic. She checked her hair in the mirror, as she leaned back, her own head banging into the ceiling as she was sure it must have been even worse for Victor.
Natalie smiled, looking at him as he came in, unsuspectingly on her. She let him creep up on him, just like she knew he would. Wrapping her arms around him, she smiled, whispering as she moved her head up.
"Let's just get to the car. I'll show you." Natalie said, growling as she kissed him tenderly, before taking his hand and following him towards the old Hummer. How he had gotten this car, Natalie didn't know, but all she did know was, it fit them, just. Natalie barely managed to bundle herself into the passenger seat, and shut the door, aware that Victor was now getting in.
"Drive to somewhere quiet, Victor. Just stop off, then you know, take us to the hotel and all." Natalie said simply, as she did her belt up, barely able to pull it out enough past her chest and sheer size. This car felt significantly larger, but to her, it felt like sitting in a cramped hatchback.
As Victor drove on, out of the airport and onto a small motorway, Natalie pointed out a sign. A service station- one with just truck parking and a toilet, coming up in 500m.
"Drive into there Victor, trust me on this. We need some privacy, and anyone who's there at this time in the morning will be asleep if they've got trucks." Natalie said simply, checking her hair as she sat up, looking over at her partner. He eclipsed her to some extent in size, he was sheerly massive. From his mohawk to his enormous feet and hands, you could tell that this man was a mountain, not a mere human. They were both some of the deadliest human beings on this earth, yet Natalie knew that they were both able to enjoy the finer things in life. And that they did, very well. Their sex life was like something out of Fifty Shades of Grey, and they seemed to be the perfect couple almost. Liked the same hobbies, the same occupation, and most of all, spent time together doing what they loved. Natalie knew exactly that that wasn't precisely normal- but to her, Victor was the antidote to her poison, and the only man that could ever tame her wild and near-psychotic lust for life.
Hoping that Victor would stop, Natalie undid her checked shirt, revealing her exposed chest, a little pale lately yet significantly overwhelming. As Victor pulled into a discrete parking spot on Natalie's request, she undid her bra, letting her two breasts fall out, and hearing the large V8 engine come to a stop, she turned to him.
"Now..." Natalie said, undoing his trouser zip, as she then saw his ridicioulously large boxers come to view beneath his gigantic silk trousers, and she smirked at him, aware that this really would be another treat for him. Bending over, she got to work, aware that Victor knew exactly what was going on. To spit or swallow, that was the case in the layby on the side of some random Belgian motorway.
A little while later, they were just about to get back on the road, Natalie smiling as she put the tissues away back into the glove box.
"Absolutely, Victor. That was just a taster." Natalie said, as she looked out, getting back in and putting her seatbelt on as she let Victor drive on, to wherever next. They were still quite close to Brussels, and relatively close to the hotel that they would stay at.
"And breakfast sounds good- you got a portion already..." Natalie said, chuckling with an almost evil contempt as she turned back to the serious topic at hand.
"Make mine about 50 egg whites and bacon and I'll be a happy girl, believe me Victor. I'll tell you about Cyprus over it...I had some fun to say the least. Didn't get that many holiday photos, but I think whatever was worth it I sent to you.." Natalie said, aware that they were back on the road, and going to wherever it was that Victor had mentioned. She simply loved teasing him, aware that he took it well, and that she was full of it. She buttoned up her shirt again- something which looked strange on a woman of her size and type, but surprisingly, worked well, in making her look a little more chic. She checked her hair in the mirror, as she leaned back, her own head banging into the ceiling as she was sure it must have been even worse for Victor.
Pavel looked over at Ariana, as Sarah breached, quickly flanking the last three militants out. Pavel moved from his cover, a full magazine in as he looked over at the two, before pointing ahead, raising his gun as he spoke.
"Right ahead, they've got to be there. Liam, ready the van, we're about to finish this." Pavel said, as he looked over at the two, moving with a combat stance as he moved forward, his pale hands gripping the Czech weapon tightly. Moving up, he leant against a breezeblock, looking over at Ariana.
"Okay, I think they're here. Identify, shoot anyone, we get them out. Prep a flash Ariana- Sarah, make sure that nobody cuts us up from the rear, we can't spare to fill this room with buckshot. On my mark, straight in." Pavel said, looking at the weak wooden door as he knew that when she had it ready, he'd pelt the door in with his foot.
Meanwhile, from his position Liam had moved, running down the hill towards the van as he slid down part of the embankment, already gunning it towards the driver's seat. Throwing himself in, he started the cold diesel engine, water still pissing down as lightening struck and the thunder almost a second later boomed loudly, as the engine of the Transporter ignited into life. With wheelspin, Liam drove straight ahead, his pistol out as he saw a single man head towards the front entrance. Pulling his own P226 out, he cocked it as he took both hands off the steering, and let the window down. Slowing down, he saw the man and shot randomly at him, clipping him once as Liam then pulled hard on the handbrake and used the chance to focus the weapon, skidding as he put two clean 9mil rounds through his skull. Shifting gears clunkily, he put it into reverse, and moved towards the door, unaware of what was inside.
Pavel watched Ariana, as he knew it was time.
"Okay. Let's do this." He simply said, as his heel slammed into the weak wooden door, and it banged wide open, leaving the chance for Ariana to bundle the flashbang in. He kept himself back, as he knew it would sting like fuck if you were unlucky enough to be in there. Pavel hung back, already raising the SA-58 as the loud bang sent a vibration through the wall, being non-lethal but a devastating weapon. Pavel swept in first, as he swept the left, aware that breaching tactics in this sort of scenario demanded precision and movement tactics. Pavel knew that Ariana would have the right, and together, they had the room covered. In what felt almost like an adrenaline fuelled movement, time felt slow, as Pavel slammed two rounds into the lungs of one militant, before shooting another in the head, and turning harder to put an innaccurate spray into one that had been out of his sight initially. Sweeping round, he saw the two Germans lying down at the end of the room, and Ariana almost effortlessly cover her side, as Pavel's rush wore slowly off. He slid into cover by a concrete post, shooting a single man at the end of the room, as the mag ran out. Letting the SA-58 downwards, he scooped his pistol out as he knew that Ariana had his back, and almost reflextively, put the quickest of shots into the last man in the room, the 9mm CZ75 filling three shots in the last militant. Pavel exhaled hard, cursing as he looked over, and wiping his brow, aware that they had been lucky. He stepped over and saw the two on the floor- one a young man, hardly any older than himself, and a more senior looking female, who had clearly been crying for the time she had been in captivity, and somehow ran out. Pavel looked over, as he had to make the news simple.
"Liam, we found them, get the doors open and let's get the fuck out of here." Pavel simply said, wiping the sweat off his brow as he untied the young-20 something and uttered what little German he knew to tell him to follow behind.
"Right ahead, they've got to be there. Liam, ready the van, we're about to finish this." Pavel said, as he looked over at the two, moving with a combat stance as he moved forward, his pale hands gripping the Czech weapon tightly. Moving up, he leant against a breezeblock, looking over at Ariana.
"Okay, I think they're here. Identify, shoot anyone, we get them out. Prep a flash Ariana- Sarah, make sure that nobody cuts us up from the rear, we can't spare to fill this room with buckshot. On my mark, straight in." Pavel said, looking at the weak wooden door as he knew that when she had it ready, he'd pelt the door in with his foot.
Meanwhile, from his position Liam had moved, running down the hill towards the van as he slid down part of the embankment, already gunning it towards the driver's seat. Throwing himself in, he started the cold diesel engine, water still pissing down as lightening struck and the thunder almost a second later boomed loudly, as the engine of the Transporter ignited into life. With wheelspin, Liam drove straight ahead, his pistol out as he saw a single man head towards the front entrance. Pulling his own P226 out, he cocked it as he took both hands off the steering, and let the window down. Slowing down, he saw the man and shot randomly at him, clipping him once as Liam then pulled hard on the handbrake and used the chance to focus the weapon, skidding as he put two clean 9mil rounds through his skull. Shifting gears clunkily, he put it into reverse, and moved towards the door, unaware of what was inside.
Pavel watched Ariana, as he knew it was time.
"Okay. Let's do this." He simply said, as his heel slammed into the weak wooden door, and it banged wide open, leaving the chance for Ariana to bundle the flashbang in. He kept himself back, as he knew it would sting like fuck if you were unlucky enough to be in there. Pavel hung back, already raising the SA-58 as the loud bang sent a vibration through the wall, being non-lethal but a devastating weapon. Pavel swept in first, as he swept the left, aware that breaching tactics in this sort of scenario demanded precision and movement tactics. Pavel knew that Ariana would have the right, and together, they had the room covered. In what felt almost like an adrenaline fuelled movement, time felt slow, as Pavel slammed two rounds into the lungs of one militant, before shooting another in the head, and turning harder to put an innaccurate spray into one that had been out of his sight initially. Sweeping round, he saw the two Germans lying down at the end of the room, and Ariana almost effortlessly cover her side, as Pavel's rush wore slowly off. He slid into cover by a concrete post, shooting a single man at the end of the room, as the mag ran out. Letting the SA-58 downwards, he scooped his pistol out as he knew that Ariana had his back, and almost reflextively, put the quickest of shots into the last man in the room, the 9mm CZ75 filling three shots in the last militant. Pavel exhaled hard, cursing as he looked over, and wiping his brow, aware that they had been lucky. He stepped over and saw the two on the floor- one a young man, hardly any older than himself, and a more senior looking female, who had clearly been crying for the time she had been in captivity, and somehow ran out. Pavel looked over, as he had to make the news simple.
"Liam, we found them, get the doors open and let's get the fuck out of here." Pavel simply said, wiping the sweat off his brow as he untied the young-20 something and uttered what little German he knew to tell him to follow behind.
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Somewhere in Belarus
Liam peered down the PSO-1 optic, as things span into action. Shifting inside the building, bullets flew over the thick concrete, as Pavel signalled to Ariana.
"Three of them, really shit cover. I'll spray a few over and grab one, you take the other two!" Pavel yelled over the noise, as one reloaded, giving Pavel's full mag a chance to find itself somewhere. Pavel sprayed at first, putting his weapon around the corner and pulling the trigger in that direction, before moving to the buttstock of the SA-58 and taking down one with the top of the ACOG's iron sight, and sending another one into Ariana's route to take down, already having being shot in the arm. The adrenaline of what was going on was so liquid, that Pavel had made sure that any target he had shot had taken at least three or four rounds, just to make sure that the adrenaline that surged within the combatants didn't fight back in shooting at him.
"Pavel, Ariana, make it quick in there. Grab the two and get out of there, we can't afford to piss off the rest of them if they hear this gunfire!" Liam said over comms, as Pavel replied harshly back. Liam looked down the optic and watched Sarah moved down toward the front door, as Liam analysed what was going on around the building. A pair of combatants ran out from the woods, and using the optic, Liam identified the range, and where they were. Changing the zeroing, he held his breath, and lashed out three hard shots, taking them down quickly- with one receiving two shots to the chest, and the other a simple one straight through the temple, planting them onto the floor. Liam hoped Sarah knew that that, was covering fire at it's finest.
"With all due respect, it's going to take some time. Got Sarah taking the front?" Pavel asked, as he loaded a new magazine in, flicking around his corner by the concrete pillar and gunning down another militant, before planting himself into cover by another one to avoid fire from down the hallway by the front door.
"Should be just about...now. Sarah, breach when ready." Liam said, watching her move closer and closer, ready to hit the flank and sideswipe the enemies that kept Pavel and Ariana inside down for a moment.
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Re: In The Black IC (supersoccerball and kingkonrad)
Postby supersoccerball » Thu Jan 16, 2014 1:29 am
Ariana shifted a bit as she crouched, ready to go storm in on the tangos that were firing on her. She waited for Pavel to to fire his bursts of fire, before Ariana sprinted on their flank, quickly pivoting on her foot and setting her weapon fast enough to be able send a whole bunch of rounds down range to slaughter her enemies. She didn't even bother aiming down the sights, she just held it at her shoulder and squeezed the trigger until nobody was moving. "Tangos down!" She shouted as she regrouped with Pavel, reloading her AK107 on the way.
Sarah continued to push on down to the building, hopefully fast enough to get to Pavel and Ariana in time. She pointed her shotgun down as she sprinted as fast as she could, which opened her up to gunfire from enemies if she didn't react quick enough. The shotgun only had 8 shells + 1 in the chamber, which meant Sarah had to transition quickly between her shotgun and Glock 18 if she ran out of ammo, but she was hoping the spread of the pellets would be enough to take care of multiple enemies. However, Sarah could quickly spot two combatants obviously ready to fire on her, and she transformed her sprint into a slide towards the nearest piece of cover- a concrete barrier.
She was about to duck out and fire on them from her back, but as soon as she ducked out, she could watch them fall and crumple as bullets hit them, pointing to the shotgun in disbelief. She rolled back out and stood up, a bit annoyed but grateful that Liam took out the enemies for her, "Y'know, I could've taken them easily." She said, continuining onto the house.
Ariana followed Pavel down to the front hall as they met a bunch of tangos. Ariana rammed herself against a pillar and stayed close to it as she peeked out and fired a burst from her AK. Sarah was supposed to be here any moment, but she feared that if she waited any longer they would be overwhelmed. She needed to stick close to the pillar and reduce the chance of bullets hitting her. She wanted to live through this operation and rescue the damned hostages already.
The sound of someone hitting the wall next to the side doorway was audible as Sarah arrived at the building, she stayed there for a few seconds to catch her breath after the crazy sprint towards the building. "Alright I'm here, prepping flashbang. Better look away." Sarah took a flashbang and held her finger on the ring, creeping up to the doorway before pulling the ring. She chucked it inside the building, the signature bang emitted, and Sarah turned to move at the enemies. She aimed down the sights, focusing on each target and pulling the trigger as soon as her sights were set. The process was very sequential, firing on one target, pumping the shotgun as she obtained another target, and fired again. She pretty much repeated this process until the room was clear. There wasn't really that many people in there, so she didn't have to empty her shotgun. "Area clear, what do we do now?"
Somewhere in Belarus
Liam peered down the PSO-1 optic, as things span into action. Shifting inside the building, bullets flew over the thick concrete, as Pavel signalled to Ariana.
"Three of them, really shit cover. I'll spray a few over and grab one, you take the other two!" Pavel yelled over the noise, as one reloaded, giving Pavel's full mag a chance to find itself somewhere. Pavel sprayed at first, putting his weapon around the corner and pulling the trigger in that direction, before moving to the buttstock of the SA-58 and taking down one with the top of the ACOG's iron sight, and sending another one into Ariana's route to take down, already having being shot in the arm. The adrenaline of what was going on was so liquid, that Pavel had made sure that any target he had shot had taken at least three or four rounds, just to make sure that the adrenaline that surged within the combatants didn't fight back in shooting at him.
"Pavel, Ariana, make it quick in there. Grab the two and get out of there, we can't afford to piss off the rest of them if they hear this gunfire!" Liam said over comms, as Pavel replied harshly back. Liam looked down the optic and watched Sarah moved down toward the front door, as Liam analysed what was going on around the building. A pair of combatants ran out from the woods, and using the optic, Liam identified the range, and where they were. Changing the zeroing, he held his breath, and lashed out three hard shots, taking them down quickly- with one receiving two shots to the chest, and the other a simple one straight through the temple, planting them onto the floor. Liam hoped Sarah knew that that, was covering fire at it's finest.
"With all due respect, it's going to take some time. Got Sarah taking the front?" Pavel asked, as he loaded a new magazine in, flicking around his corner by the concrete pillar and gunning down another militant, before planting himself into cover by another one to avoid fire from down the hallway by the front door.
"Should be just about...now. Sarah, breach when ready." Liam said, watching her move closer and closer, ready to hit the flank and sideswipe the enemies that kept Pavel and Ariana inside down for a moment.
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Re: In The Black IC (supersoccerball and kingkonrad)
Postby supersoccerball » Thu Jan 16, 2014 1:29 am
Ariana shifted a bit as she crouched, ready to go storm in on the tangos that were firing on her. She waited for Pavel to to fire his bursts of fire, before Ariana sprinted on their flank, quickly pivoting on her foot and setting her weapon fast enough to be able send a whole bunch of rounds down range to slaughter her enemies. She didn't even bother aiming down the sights, she just held it at her shoulder and squeezed the trigger until nobody was moving. "Tangos down!" She shouted as she regrouped with Pavel, reloading her AK107 on the way.
Sarah continued to push on down to the building, hopefully fast enough to get to Pavel and Ariana in time. She pointed her shotgun down as she sprinted as fast as she could, which opened her up to gunfire from enemies if she didn't react quick enough. The shotgun only had 8 shells + 1 in the chamber, which meant Sarah had to transition quickly between her shotgun and Glock 18 if she ran out of ammo, but she was hoping the spread of the pellets would be enough to take care of multiple enemies. However, Sarah could quickly spot two combatants obviously ready to fire on her, and she transformed her sprint into a slide towards the nearest piece of cover- a concrete barrier.
She was about to duck out and fire on them from her back, but as soon as she ducked out, she could watch them fall and crumple as bullets hit them, pointing to the shotgun in disbelief. She rolled back out and stood up, a bit annoyed but grateful that Liam took out the enemies for her, "Y'know, I could've taken them easily." She said, continuining onto the house.
Ariana followed Pavel down to the front hall as they met a bunch of tangos. Ariana rammed herself against a pillar and stayed close to it as she peeked out and fired a burst from her AK. Sarah was supposed to be here any moment, but she feared that if she waited any longer they would be overwhelmed. She needed to stick close to the pillar and reduce the chance of bullets hitting her. She wanted to live through this operation and rescue the damned hostages already.
The sound of someone hitting the wall next to the side doorway was audible as Sarah arrived at the building, she stayed there for a few seconds to catch her breath after the crazy sprint towards the building. "Alright I'm here, prepping flashbang. Better look away." Sarah took a flashbang and held her finger on the ring, creeping up to the doorway before pulling the ring. She chucked it inside the building, the signature bang emitted, and Sarah turned to move at the enemies. She aimed down the sights, focusing on each target and pulling the trigger as soon as her sights were set. The process was very sequential, firing on one target, pumping the shotgun as she obtained another target, and fired again. She pretty much repeated this process until the room was clear. There wasn't really that many people in there, so she didn't have to empty her shotgun. "Area clear, what do we do now?"
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Re: Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC
Post by BigPapaBelial » Tue Jan 14, 2014 5:24 am
Brussels, Belguim, the Host hotel for the World's Strongest Man Tournament
A 7 foot, 12 inch tall giant sat up in a massive bed, he was watching the televised pre-recorded opening ceremonies of the WSM. He grinned abit, watching the part where a camera man had been standing at the entrance tunnel into the main room the ceremonies had taken place in.
Strong men like Magnus Magnussen had come in, waving, showing off their muscle. Everyone dressed in t-shirts and tight shorts that had shown off their goods. Their musculature like gods almost. More men come out, the competitors numbering 32 this year, including Victor. The strongmen continue to enter. Each man having turned in theme music to be played as they entered. As the walk ins come near to the end, the lights go down.
[Victor's entrance theme: Linky
Slowly music began to play, rough, low, powerful, filling the room with the sound of it. The announcer began, "Ladies and gentleman, you've seen the rest, now, behold the best! Our current and defending champion, Victor Kanatariio!" Spot light boomed on and highlighted Victor who stepped out of the entrance tunnel throwing his arms wide and roaring, looking around the crowd. Then throwing his hands into the air, and letting out a full quality true to life war whoop. He then walked down the aisle. All seven feet plus of his, he posed for the people, shook hands, let out cries of rage and war whoops all the more. Like some kind of avenging primeval god among godlings. Once he got to the central dais he hopped up and traded hand shakes and high fives with his WSM competitors and rivals, they may be here to compete again but they all shared in common their power building and work to get here.
In reality Victor laughed and clapped at his own performance. It was so silly, yet was part of his routine for the games. Pumping up his competitors as much as himself. Almost a persona if you would. Almost no one knew about his work with the PMC, no one knew that he often stomped through deserts and jungles and swamps in a heavily armored suit that was a prototype for a powered armor program. No one knew that he stood over eight feet tall in that suit. At the WSM he was the defending champ Victor, not Brutal, the super heavy juggernaut.
He smiled abit then looked over as his cell buzzed. A text message coming through. He picked up the phone and unlocked it, bringing up the text. He blinked then grinned at the picture and the text.
"I don't think he'll walk again...I'll be on the 9AM flight to Brussels babes, I just got something more to deal with. And I'll get a shower :D #Deadfucker "
The picture of Natalie bare chested and bloody. And atleast to him, utterly sexy. He smiled broadly. Then responded with, "Dear god woman! You cheating on me? What he hell did you do to that man!? #yourhotasfuck"
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The next morning
Victor was already up at seven in the morning. Stretching and warming up in his room. The prelims started this day, where all the competitors would test their strength and endurance on the events, and the first of the competitors would be weeded out. He was reasonably sure he'd come out on top in the prelims, it wasn't until the finals where he'd have to really worry. He was reasonably sure of a win again this year. But there was always a chance that he could be ousted in one of the events, and have to work in the later events to make up points. But he was fairly sure everything would be fine. He checked the time, the events didn't actually started until noon, and he wanted to meet Natalie at the airport.
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Somewhere in Brussels
An old storage building was where eighty men and women choose to meet. Eighty faithful and strong, martyrs for the cause of liberty from the tyranny of the west and it's capitalistic strangle hold on the world. Their leaders had told them that the time to strike had come, the West sent their muscled stupid men into Europe to attempt to show their superiority, men who showed the capitalistic ways almost above all else. This strike on Brussels and the WSM would herald other strikes in other places.
They were here to finish their planning, and to refine their training. AK-12s and AKM rifles were near by. SKS battle rifles, PKP LMGs and RPG launchers were all about the room. Live rounds were waiting to be used. The abandoned area they met in allowed them to train to their hearts content without anyone realizing they were there. They would attack on the second day of the events. When everyone was busy with the spectacle they would strike a blow for their leaders in the east.
The 737 landed, coming down as it screeched on the tarmac, slowing down as Natalie awoke again, unclipping her seatbelt as they headed towards the terminal building, slowly and surely coasting towards the terminal. She looked out, looking out on the dawn sky, as she yawned loudly, feeling her stomach burble a little. Holding it in was easy, but sometimes, she had to run to the little ladies' room to expell the excess gas. The reason for it was too complex to explain to Victor at the moment- but all that had to be said, that Natalie's flatulence was paranormal, and something which she only vaguely could explain- but found it rather more fitting to hide, for the moment, as one of her womanly wiles. Standing up as the plane came to an abrupt stop, she took care as she just about edged out of her seat, her tall height and size making her seem very awkward among the other passengers. She headed down as she walked out the door, minding her head, as she looked down at her one backpack of luggage, just containing a few essentials. Soon, she found herself at border control, and pulling out her passport from a pocket. Opening it, she saw her own face appear on the dated French passport, part of her dual nationality. She approached the passport booth, sliding it under as she gave a simple utterance.
"All good?" She said simply in French, hoping that she'd get one back in that language- her French being something erotic in it's use. Her Russian and English sounded a little more hard and cold, but French made her sound as if she had a heart of gold. The official, a female, looked down, as her eyebrows raised at the height, and what she saw. It matched- it wasn't a misprint. Everything was valid, as she gave it back, Natalie giving a simple Merci as she moved along, and towards the arrivals lounge.
Walking through, she looked around for Victor, as she pulled out her phone, turning it back on as she slid through to find his number. Putting the phone to ear, she walked on, clearly getting a lot of looks as she towered over most, a clear view from her position. It felt good being tall, but it draw attention to her. And by no means, was she exactly inconspicous here. She heard the line pick up, and gave her best French- a language that she knew that Victor fully understood, just as she felt in that kinda mood.
"Victor? I'm at the airport, just got off the flight- I'll explain the last 24 hours sooner or later. Should I get a bus to your hotel or a taxi? Or you?" Natalie said, walking and talking as she looked out at the vibrant airport, walking out as she adjusted her bra a little, awaiting a response.
"And if you decide to come, I'll give you a treat," Natalie said, switching to English, as the finished the sentence,"and it's nothing to do with my pair this time." She said rather cheekily, aware that Victor and herself hadn't spent time for a while. She scratched her lips, as she kept moving, awaiting his response.
Post by BigPapaBelial » Tue Jan 14, 2014 5:24 am
Brussels, Belguim, the Host hotel for the World's Strongest Man Tournament
A 7 foot, 12 inch tall giant sat up in a massive bed, he was watching the televised pre-recorded opening ceremonies of the WSM. He grinned abit, watching the part where a camera man had been standing at the entrance tunnel into the main room the ceremonies had taken place in.
Strong men like Magnus Magnussen had come in, waving, showing off their muscle. Everyone dressed in t-shirts and tight shorts that had shown off their goods. Their musculature like gods almost. More men come out, the competitors numbering 32 this year, including Victor. The strongmen continue to enter. Each man having turned in theme music to be played as they entered. As the walk ins come near to the end, the lights go down.
[Victor's entrance theme: Linky
Slowly music began to play, rough, low, powerful, filling the room with the sound of it. The announcer began, "Ladies and gentleman, you've seen the rest, now, behold the best! Our current and defending champion, Victor Kanatariio!" Spot light boomed on and highlighted Victor who stepped out of the entrance tunnel throwing his arms wide and roaring, looking around the crowd. Then throwing his hands into the air, and letting out a full quality true to life war whoop. He then walked down the aisle. All seven feet plus of his, he posed for the people, shook hands, let out cries of rage and war whoops all the more. Like some kind of avenging primeval god among godlings. Once he got to the central dais he hopped up and traded hand shakes and high fives with his WSM competitors and rivals, they may be here to compete again but they all shared in common their power building and work to get here.
In reality Victor laughed and clapped at his own performance. It was so silly, yet was part of his routine for the games. Pumping up his competitors as much as himself. Almost a persona if you would. Almost no one knew about his work with the PMC, no one knew that he often stomped through deserts and jungles and swamps in a heavily armored suit that was a prototype for a powered armor program. No one knew that he stood over eight feet tall in that suit. At the WSM he was the defending champ Victor, not Brutal, the super heavy juggernaut.
He smiled abit then looked over as his cell buzzed. A text message coming through. He picked up the phone and unlocked it, bringing up the text. He blinked then grinned at the picture and the text.
"I don't think he'll walk again...I'll be on the 9AM flight to Brussels babes, I just got something more to deal with. And I'll get a shower :D #Deadfucker "
The picture of Natalie bare chested and bloody. And atleast to him, utterly sexy. He smiled broadly. Then responded with, "Dear god woman! You cheating on me? What he hell did you do to that man!? #yourhotasfuck"
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The next morning
Victor was already up at seven in the morning. Stretching and warming up in his room. The prelims started this day, where all the competitors would test their strength and endurance on the events, and the first of the competitors would be weeded out. He was reasonably sure he'd come out on top in the prelims, it wasn't until the finals where he'd have to really worry. He was reasonably sure of a win again this year. But there was always a chance that he could be ousted in one of the events, and have to work in the later events to make up points. But he was fairly sure everything would be fine. He checked the time, the events didn't actually started until noon, and he wanted to meet Natalie at the airport.
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Somewhere in Brussels
An old storage building was where eighty men and women choose to meet. Eighty faithful and strong, martyrs for the cause of liberty from the tyranny of the west and it's capitalistic strangle hold on the world. Their leaders had told them that the time to strike had come, the West sent their muscled stupid men into Europe to attempt to show their superiority, men who showed the capitalistic ways almost above all else. This strike on Brussels and the WSM would herald other strikes in other places.
They were here to finish their planning, and to refine their training. AK-12s and AKM rifles were near by. SKS battle rifles, PKP LMGs and RPG launchers were all about the room. Live rounds were waiting to be used. The abandoned area they met in allowed them to train to their hearts content without anyone realizing they were there. They would attack on the second day of the events. When everyone was busy with the spectacle they would strike a blow for their leaders in the east.
The 737 landed, coming down as it screeched on the tarmac, slowing down as Natalie awoke again, unclipping her seatbelt as they headed towards the terminal building, slowly and surely coasting towards the terminal. She looked out, looking out on the dawn sky, as she yawned loudly, feeling her stomach burble a little. Holding it in was easy, but sometimes, she had to run to the little ladies' room to expell the excess gas. The reason for it was too complex to explain to Victor at the moment- but all that had to be said, that Natalie's flatulence was paranormal, and something which she only vaguely could explain- but found it rather more fitting to hide, for the moment, as one of her womanly wiles. Standing up as the plane came to an abrupt stop, she took care as she just about edged out of her seat, her tall height and size making her seem very awkward among the other passengers. She headed down as she walked out the door, minding her head, as she looked down at her one backpack of luggage, just containing a few essentials. Soon, she found herself at border control, and pulling out her passport from a pocket. Opening it, she saw her own face appear on the dated French passport, part of her dual nationality. She approached the passport booth, sliding it under as she gave a simple utterance.
"All good?" She said simply in French, hoping that she'd get one back in that language- her French being something erotic in it's use. Her Russian and English sounded a little more hard and cold, but French made her sound as if she had a heart of gold. The official, a female, looked down, as her eyebrows raised at the height, and what she saw. It matched- it wasn't a misprint. Everything was valid, as she gave it back, Natalie giving a simple Merci as she moved along, and towards the arrivals lounge.
Walking through, she looked around for Victor, as she pulled out her phone, turning it back on as she slid through to find his number. Putting the phone to ear, she walked on, clearly getting a lot of looks as she towered over most, a clear view from her position. It felt good being tall, but it draw attention to her. And by no means, was she exactly inconspicous here. She heard the line pick up, and gave her best French- a language that she knew that Victor fully understood, just as she felt in that kinda mood.
"Victor? I'm at the airport, just got off the flight- I'll explain the last 24 hours sooner or later. Should I get a bus to your hotel or a taxi? Or you?" Natalie said, walking and talking as she looked out at the vibrant airport, walking out as she adjusted her bra a little, awaiting a response.
"And if you decide to come, I'll give you a treat," Natalie said, switching to English, as the finished the sentence,"and it's nothing to do with my pair this time." She said rather cheekily, aware that Victor and herself hadn't spent time for a while. She scratched her lips, as she kept moving, awaiting his response.
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