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Post by Flint on Oct 20, 2008 19:28:08 GMT -5
It was another one of those nights where Flint was considering the fate's and his own sheer idiocy. There was just some times when his own actions dumbfounded him into a silent stupor. Like tonight. Of course tonight's consequences wouldn't even begin to settle into his thick skull until he woke the next day. Hungover and more than likely glad he'd gotten home in one piece. Or at least he hoped to get home and be able to think that. It really was a dangerous game he was playing.
At the moment he didn't much care, being a bit more than tipsy and seeing three of anything if he moved too fast. Which might explain why he was moving at a turtle's pace towards his hideaway somewhere down the road. This had been completely accidental, stemming from who knows what and progressing to becoming drunk. Unfortunately this didn't stop him from seeing the white blur in front of him, making him tense warily. Blinking away the dullness he could almost make out the White spy.
Well, if that didn't just complete the evening. Running into enemies inebriated and alone. Either through sheer nerve, or drunken bravado, he decided to press on past the other. Figures the one night he chose to get utterly wasted and relaxed that he ran into problems. Who knew, perhaps he could walk away from this relatively unscathed. Adrenaline was the best way to become sober he figured. Not that he was particularly inclined to wanting to fight or anything. Just a thought he had in passing.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Oct 20, 2008 19:58:51 GMT -5
Not too far off in the distance was there a Red spy, he was holding a rather nice piece of equipment to his shoulder. Zeroing in on his momentary target he watched waiting patiently as he was taught to do not too many years back. He had been a spy for a while now and was starting to rather like his job, it was fun, torchering other agents from different agencies for their information or sometimes just for fun if they were caught off guard and captured.
Lucky for him it was his night, his chosen target was inebriated and clearly not on top of his game, he grimaced seeing as there was a White Nation spy walking in the street by him, Red only held his breath for a moment to see that nothing happened to his target. Aiming precisely on one location on the unknowing targets body a wicked grin appeared brilliantly on his lips, it wasn't a pleasant one, it gave most people the desire to avoid the Spaniard at all cost. And the shot was fired, though no sounds were made with many thanks to the silencer he had attached to the barrel of the sniper rifle.
The shot stuck, he had made sure to wait long enough before having fired to make sure that the White Nation wouldn't have been suspicious or so he hoped. He let out a small low toned sound that gave off the hint of triumph, oh was this a good night. Making sure everything was secured he made his way down to the other and delivered a nice slap to the face to make sure he would be down before tying up Flint by his wrist, upper torso and ankles. Knots were one of Red's expertise from experiences of many kinds over the years.
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Post by Flint on Oct 20, 2008 20:36:08 GMT -5
The White nation was, however, busy with other things and walked by him. A grunt left the German, glad there wasn't going to be trouble. What he didn't realize, and would have had he not been inebriated, was that he was being watched. Not just watched but aimed at. He should have been watching. Should have been sober to tell the truth. But, no time for feeling stupid now. Too late now.
There was a sting and he swatted it away, blinking a bit before collapsing. That hadn't been part of his plan. He heard footsteps just as his vision black out, and the world went peacefully numb. There was a high chance of a hangover tomorrow. He just hoped it wasn't mind bogglingly bad.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Oct 20, 2008 21:00:31 GMT -5
The Red spy picked up the smaller spy with a grunt of slight difficulty and slung the German up onto one of his broad shoulder for easy transportation. He knew it would be a bit of a walk before he would feel completely safe but knowing that he was armed with enough chemicals to kill about fifteen people and a rather nice semi automatic made him feel sightly more so comfortable. Going off into the darkness did he pace himself.
It was sometime later that night or in early morning, Red was no longer sure of the time. He was too busy being preoccupied by restraining the German into a chair. He would make sure that the other would be uncomfortable when he regained consciousness. Flint's arms and legs were to be tied back as far behind him as Red could get them without too much damage occurring. Then he took a step back and admired his handy work after having unarmed Flint and took a seat in a near by chair letting his fedora hit his face.
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Post by Flint on Oct 20, 2008 21:10:23 GMT -5
The first thing that caught his attention was that his arms ached. Not just his pounding useless head, but his arms...burned. Little movements, not enough to be caught by the untrained eye, confirmed he was tied up. Huh...funny, what had happened last night? He end up going home with some kinky...no...these ropes were tied too tight for that. This was something else entirely. But who...? A brief flash of white slurred into his minds eye.
No, they'd passed him by...then who...? Who the hell had him tied, to a chair nonetheless? When no one came to mind he tried to open his eyes. The blinding agony made him reel, and he nearly, very nearly, moved. managing to stay still he cursed himself out in various languages. It didn't seem to help him any though.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Oct 20, 2008 21:42:59 GMT -5
Red had been watching him for a while but by the time the other agent had really came around the Spaniard was out into his own little world of wicked dreams. Then his phone went off and he jerked up instantly when the sound had hit his ears, if it wouldn't have been for that he probably wouldn't have come around. He was trained to listen for it, he had really trained himself though.
Looking up instinctively he allowed a wicked smile cross his lips as he forcefully grabbed the captive by the jaw and jerked his face up squeezing tightly. "Awake yet?" Was all he asked and it was in a low rough growl. Usually he didn't speak much when he worked, it just wasn't his thing...Then again the way he worked was well....strange. He liked getting blood spilt with nearly every person, finding a new way to tourcher. Which was another reason as to why he was so excited about this, he had developed a new chemical recently and wanted to test it out on someone.. It would slowly eat them from the inside out demanding on the amount that was swallowed, and it was so thick that it would be ever so hard to spite out. He gave another violent shake to the captive known as Flint.
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Post by Flint on Oct 21, 2008 15:44:31 GMT -5
Flint grunted, "Ja, awake." He growled in English, though by the accent it was definately not his preferred language. Besides, if he feigned ignorance in a language, the more likely he was to be left alone, right? Right. Besides. This guy was a...wow...kinda handsome. He glared at him, as if this current thought was entirely his fault. Even if true, he shouldn't be thinking it, not tied up like he was. Though it wasn't bad. Not tight enough to really threaten immediate injury..
Now if only he could find out the reason behind this man kidnapping him. Honestly, he wasn't someone to go to for much. Sure he dabbled here and there, but not enough to be filled with information and what not. But he supposed that didn't even have to be a motivation. If you were a spy, you would be kidnapped at one point. It was just a fact that every spy had to deal with. Eventually you just learned to escape on your own.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Oct 21, 2008 16:07:50 GMT -5
Red smirked and bent down just a bit to look over the other's face. Hmph....The smirk intensified cunning and the grip tightened as he drew the younger male's face to the side before letting go. Then a back handed blow was delivered to the furthermost side of the German spy's face. There was no mercy anywhere to be found in that slap. It was time to work now.
He steadily made his way to a near by table where he opened something that seemed like a metal suitcase where he was keeping his new chemical that he was going to use, unless something was to go wrong. He picked up the vial of thick purplish red liquid and an eye dropper with something else that would be used to hold the mouth open. After turning back to the young man did he return. "You have no more importance other than to be my test subject." He said giving him an excuse even though one wasn't required.
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Post by Flint on Oct 21, 2008 16:20:23 GMT -5
"Mutterbumser!" He snarled as he was hit, dark eyes glaring daggers at the other man. His eyes followed the Red bastard to the nearby table, where his eyes fell on the metal suitcase...oh shit. The first vestiges of unease boiled in his stomach, and he renewed his efforts to get free. If only he could get out of these ropes...get a weapon or, hell, just punch him until he stopped moving. That'd be nice.
For now, he had to concentrate on keeping his mouth closed. Despite the wicked looking tool to keep it open. If he wasn't in the presence of a Red spy this would almost be very, very, kinky. "Gehen sie zur Hölle." He spat before the other could get over to him fully. Whatever that stuff was, he was sure he didn't want it in him. Especially the way he said he'd be a 'test subject'. That made his stomach lurch.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Oct 21, 2008 16:48:17 GMT -5
There was a twitch at the corner of the Spaniard's lips, it was a good thing that he didn't understand German right about now. Slipping the vial and dropper into his deep pants pocket for protection and a place of holding for the time at hand, he let the tool glide down to the floor. Then walked around behind the male that was bound to a chair and gave a grunt as he untied one of the many ropes pulling it off, it wasn't a very long one but he turned it into a noose, sliding it around the German male's throat.
Red planned on momentarily untying him and shifting him into a different position but wasn't fond of the idea of the younger man getting away while he did so, consider it a leash, that wouldn't really let up unless it was pulled on in just the right way. Keeping the leashed rope in one hand he untied the knots with little difficulty letting the ropes slack. ""You're not going to run, you will do what you're told. Understood?" He asked in a low tone that was directed into his ear from right behind him. "Now, get down onto your knees and crawl forward." He demanded.
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Post by Flint on Oct 21, 2008 17:42:07 GMT -5
The rope going around his neck didn't make his unease go away. In fact it increased it tenfold. This was not a good position to be in, and he growled darkly. When the ropes fell away he thought it might be a trick...what was this? The rope on his neck was the only thing holding him right? One hand instinctively went up to touch it. A noose? Did the other spy think he was stupid? "Nein." He snarled at the other. No way was he cooperating.
"Gehen sumsen sich." He growled, tugging at the rope to try and get it off him. Huh, this situation was getting worse and worse wasn't it? The rope had no give, and tightened about his neck. That was no good. He pulled regardless, hoping to force the other to stop moving, and maybe even pull him over.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Oct 21, 2008 17:57:25 GMT -5
Red snarled and came back only to kick him swiftly in the middle of the back, he was not going to be patient, hurting people just had a thing about it that was sort or like a turn on, he wasn't a masochist though, that much was known. "I said move or DIE!" He shouted giving the rope one good jerk back. "You would hate to lose something probably more important that your life wouldn't you?" He asked in a low cooing tone.
He managed to get three of the ropes from the chair where the young man had been restrained and basically sat on the German male with his knee pressed firmly in the other's spine. Taking the leash like rope in between his teeth disregarding the feeling it gave him, he used his now freed hands to bind his wrists together with one of the three ropes, the other two would hold importance later after the younger one would move his ass. "Don't make me drag you across the floor, figures though, you Black nations are all alike, lazy and good for nothing." He said slandering the other's Embassy.
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Post by Flint on Oct 21, 2008 18:17:31 GMT -5
Okay, really kinky at this point, and definately not in a good way. He hated being tied up, and the rope around his neck was tight, cutting off his breathing. Lazy huh? Anger burned through him and he bucked, trying to throw the spy off him. He'd give him lazy and good for nothing...fucking prick. He snarled and twisted, fighting with every muscle he could possibly manage, straining against the ropes enough to make them creak.
This situation was bad. Really bad. He hoped someone noticed he wasn't at work in a few hours. But hell, even if he could struggle until then...what would have happened between now and the time they found him? to be honest he was scared to find out. This guy was obviously no pushover, and ti was going to be difficult to get free of the knots he was tying. If he even could.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Oct 21, 2008 18:36:26 GMT -5
Red smirked, a struggle? For him, oh was he flattered. The Spaniard loved a good struggle, he pinned the captive just a little better by sitting on the lower part of his back and using his knees to hold down the other's arms. "Since you chose not to move, this can be done here..." He warned with a low hiss of pleasure almost. He had wanted to bind the younger male's legs apart but if he couldn't get it that way Red would just have to settle for the old fashioned way.
He dipped a hand down under the black agent and started to work on his pants, taking care of any obstacles that would make this hard and used his sheer body mass to hold the other down now, face it, Red wasn't light. Then he started his attempt at just pushing the other's pants down.
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Post by Flint on Oct 21, 2008 19:06:49 GMT -5
Done here? What exactly was he doing here? If that wasn't confusing enough he was being held down in a new position. That didn't bode well. A shiver ran through him when he realized what he was doing. No. Fucking. Way. He blinked, and stopped squirming as the other undid his pants. He was gonna get a lay out of this. That was fucking weird. Wait! What the hell was he thinking. he wasn't some cheap sleeper!
"Gets off!" He snarled, pretending to have bad English. Heck, it had worked so far hadn't it? And why not keep playing the game. If anyone asked he'd been drunk, and hadn't the ability to stop this.
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