Project Valiant: Tape Two
#2 of Project Valiant
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Intermission (Tape Exchange)
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[^]EJECT
STOP [-] 01:30:22:53
[*] PLAY
WARNING!
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WARNING!
The following program has been rated
[XXX]-[Absolutely No One Under the Age of 21]
[Pervasive Language]
[Extreme Violence/Gore]
[Graphic Homosexual Sex (NC, Anal, Oral)]
[Extreme Sexual Themes (Aberrant Masturbation)]
[Use of Drugs]
by Xander Private Selections Ltd. (rating may or may not be entirely accurate)
Total feature running time: 03hr01min35sec09ms
"Project Valiant: Tape Two"
Running time: 01hr30min22sec53ms
Filmed: 04/06/02
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04hr:07min:45sec:08ms
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Xander Maleh pushed the mahogany keyboard tray back into his desk after logging out of the network. He leaned back in his chair and stretched as he looked around his office. Ceder, cherry and oak lined everything. Around his "workspace", he had giant eight foot tall mirrors installed, so he could look himself over while he "worked". He admired himself as he pushed himself out of his chair and stood.
A sleek black panther stared back from the mirror, his shining and impeccably kept fur shone in the recessed lighting he had personally designed. His bright green eyes shone under the lights as he glided his paws down his thirty year old body. He closed his eyes as he purred softly, loving the sound of his own voice as he ran his paws over his engorged sheath, coaxing out his black cat cock. He looked down in pride as he watched his tip emerge from his sheath, already dripping precum from the wondrous show he had just witnessed. He brought his paw down to squeeze the tip between his soft fingers, moaning softly as more of his cock shot out of the protective sheath, hardening in seconds as he looked himself over in the mirrors. He raised his tail and swished it side to side, admiring and loving himself. He grinned into the mirror, twirling around on one foot to look his own sexy body over. He licked his lips as he leaned down to appreciate his perfect set of teeth, every single tooth shining as white as a toothpaste model's pearly set.
He looked down, finding his catcock pulsating, hard and demanding attention between his legs. He purred again as he looked his 9 inch cock over, squeezing it at the base and eliciting a moan from himself as he stroked himself slowly. He soon tired of his own image for his sexual arousal and turned to his computer, sitting back down in the black leather and logging back into the network.
LOGIN: X_MALEH
PASS: ******************************
TIMESTAMP: 04:08:12:19, USER X_MALEH LOGGED IN. ROOT ACCESS GRANTED
3 REPORTS ON NETWORK ACTIVITY HAVE BEEN LOGGED, 0 ARE BLACK FLAGGED, 0 ARE RED FLAGGED
X_MALEH > XXAPLAY 003500-003999.XXA
EXTERNAL MONITOR DETECTED (SONY HIGH-DEF PLASMA TELEVISION)!
PLAY ON EXTERNAL MONITOR? Y
PLAYING VIDEO "003500-003999.XXA"
The panther looked behind him, a giant plasma television screen hanging on the wall opposite his enormous office. The giant Sony TV came to life, playing back the video feed of that wolf, James Dent hiding in the locker row by the shower block. Xander licked his lips. He hadn't seen that kind of brutal attack in years. The wolf was a machine! He felt his cock throb as he saw the bull walk up beside the lockers, gun at ready. The panther gripped his cock in both paws and stroked quickly as he saw the wolf on the screen burst out of the lockers and beginning his attack on the bull guard. He grabbed his remote in one paw and turned up the volume, the screams of the dying guard fueling his lust as he pawed off furiously, his tip leaking into his fur and fingers as the slick liquid began to make little squelching noises as he jerked his cock.
The panther dropped the remote for a minute to concentrate on his pawing before he stopped, scrambling for the remote and putting the video into slow motion. The wolf on the screen was covered in blood, raising his arms above his head as he screamed in rage, still using the rough triangle of steel to ravage and destroy the twitching bull's face. Xander groaned and stroked his cock quickly, putting his remote down and looking to the set of stocks nearby installed into the floor. There, still chained into the shackles, was the mangled corpse of his last "lover", a very feminine red skinned lizin. His eyeballs hung out of their sockets and his mouth drooled dried and crusted blood. His chest was open, spread by a contraption that the panther had designed himself. Two bars, inlaid with several small meat hooks embedded themselves in a victim's chest by way of the two swivels mounted on the parallel bars. Once they were set into place in the victim's chest, a corkscrew-like spreader was used to open the sufferer's torso by way of a large metal crank. It was based off the concept of medical chest spreaders, but designed to inflict the maximum amount of pain possible, while the machine was also designed to have a fine metal mesh cover the slowly opening chest, that, when a blowtorch was applied, cauterized the flesh and stopped the oppressed from bleeding to death.
The panther looked into the male lizin's open chest, his eyes locked on the still heart and organs of the small male. He could remember when he had first opened the lizard's chest, watched his heart beat quickly and his lungs expand and contract in fear and pain. He could almost hear the screams of the effeminate male, both the ones he had made before the torture when he had been fucking him furiously up the ass for hours and afterwards when he had been inserting spikes into his legs with a sledgehammer. The feline panted softly and stroked harder, walking over to the dead lizin and looking him over closely, his eyes finding the crusted reptile cum on his thighs and floor of the office mixing with the dull brown blood splattered everywhere. The feline grinned as he reached into the male's chest, coating his paw in semi-crusted blood and rubbing it over his cock like lube. He then began to jerk himself off faster, the "lube" of the dead male's body driving his body to new heights from the sheer morbidity of it all. He growled loudly as he felt his peak approaching, then remembered what he could be doing instead.
He quickly stopped, panting and gripping the stocks that held the reptile in place as he came down from his sexual euphoria. He grinned and licked his lips before he picked his paw up and licked his palm clean, the taste of rotting and stagnant blood on his lips as he stood up and walked to the door of his office, and pushed a button on the wall. A dull beep sounded and a deep, gruff male's voice came clearly over the speakerphone.
"Yes, Master Maleh?" The male voice asked on the other side, obvious fear embedded in every fluctuation of his voice.
The panther licked his lips clean, his drooling cock leaking his pre onto his legs and the floor and mixing with the drying blood that flowed slowly down his heavy ballsac. He licked the button off, a tiny fingerprint of blood drying there already.
"Julian, I want you to bring me a male from my harem. And make sure he's a wolf, I'm in the mood for some lupine tonight. And don't make him too effeminate, I want some goddamn challenge this time."
"Yes, Master Maleh." The voice answered.
The panther looked around his office. Dildos, buttplugs, vibrators, knives, bats and pipes of every size and shape were laying everywhere. Even his personal chainsaw was shoved into a slice in the wall, covered in layers of blood and bone pieces. The panther then remembered the dead lizin and hit the button again.
"Yes Master Maleh?" The voice asked again.
"Oh and Julian, make sure that you send the boys in to clean up my office. That dead lizard is starting to stink. And get my chainsaw and bone saws sharpened."
"Yes, Master Maleh." The voice answered as the speakerphone clicked off.
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07hr:20min:46sec:41ms
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J laid silently as he stared up at the ceiling of his cell. He had laid there for hours and nothing had happened. He heard nothing except the buzz of the incandescent lights. He sighed as he tried to stretch, his body finally resting from the extreme ordeal he had just been in. Maybe it wasn't so bad...maybe he was safe finally.
SAFE? HA! You're one dumb fuck if you think you're safe! There is no safe! Not here, not anywhere. They put you in that maze and they put you in this one. Do you think you were rescued?! Of course not! That's why they left you with a straight jacket on, because they don't want you to fight back. You're going to die James Dent! Die DIE!
The wolf bolted upright in shock. The spirits in his head knew his name and suddenly, so did he! He closed his eyes as his memories rushed back. His full name was James Robert Dent. He was working at a poster company as a cover for his real job: he was a NSA operative for the US government. He was participating in a study on psychological stress and its uses on enemy units when he was ambushed on his way home by a squad of twelve men in heavy prototype body armor and breathing masks. He was injected with some kind of sedative and awoke inside the maze.
"Actually," He reminded himself mentally. "it's not a maze." He remembered that it is in fact, a closed prison compound that was converted and renamed 'Compound One' in the early nineties for use in the NSA project he was working on, Project Valiant.
Enemy units were placed in Compound One to study how they reacted to stress and fear as part of a psychological study to apply these methods to unconventional warfare and guerrilla tactics in overseas conflicts. When the subject's minds became too distraught to continue, they were placed in Compound Two to undergo a "Psychological Reset" in which they were allowed rest, both mental and physical before they were disposed of. James never did find out how the subjects were "destroyed", but he was sure that they didn't meet with favorable ends. He looked around in a panic. He was trapped in one of the cell blocks of Compound Two and in a few more hours, would be analyzed by a NSA psychologist and executed. He crawled to his knees and screamed in anguish, although he knew it wouldn't do any good.
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07hr:21min:06sec:62ms
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LOGIN: I_FIGH
PASS: **********************************
VERIFICATION: **
AUTHORIZATION: *-******
TIMESTAMP: 07:21:06:06, USER I_FIGH LOGGED IN. WARNING! APPROVAL NOT PRESENT! OVERRIDE DETECTED!
REMEMBER! DETAIL IS KEY! ALL WORK AREAS MUST BE IMPECCABLY CLEANED AND PREPARED BEFORE SUBJECTS ARRIVE!
I_FIGH > B:\
I_FIGH_B:\ > COPY NSAWORM .\ROOT\SYSTEM\GLOBAL\
COPYING FILE "NSAWORM" TO .\ROOT\SYSTEM\GLOBAL\
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FILE COPIED.
I_FIGH_B:\ > .\ROOT
ENTER PASSWORD: ****************
I_FIGH_ROOT > .\SYSTEM\GLOBAL\
I_FIGH_ROOT > NSAWORM -AWC
NSA VIRUS INFECTOR VER 9.31A FOR USE WITH WIDE AREA NETWORKS
PLANTING NSA VIRUS NOW IN .\ROOT\SYSTEM\GLOBAL\
COMMAND LINE PARAMETERS DETECTED:
-SEND TO ALL
-WIDE AREA NETWORK
-COMMENT
ENTER COMMENT: THIS IS THE NSA. WE HAVE DISCOVERED YOUR SIDE OPERATION XANDER MALEH AND YOU ARE UNDER ARREST. YOUR VIDEO OPERATION IS IN CLEAR VIOLATION OF ORIGINAL CONTRACT. WE ARE CURRENTLY DESTROYING ALL TRACES OF YOUR OPERATION VIA AN UNSTOPPABLE VIRUS. GIVE YOURSELF UP QUIETLY.
INFECTING SYSTEMS (341 TERMINALS, 12 SERVERS, 5 ROUTERS)
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ALL SYSTEMS INFECTED.
I_FIGH_ROOT > B:\IM
NSA SECURE INTANT MESSENGER VER 2.51 STARTED
SEND STRIKEPOST
IM_FIGH:
THE VIRUS IS PLANTED, ALL SYSTEMS ARE INFECTED AND THE COMPOUND SHOULD BE READY FOR PELIMINARY STRIKE. SEND IN THE FIRST STRIKE TEAMS TO RETRIEVE ME, THEN GO AFTER MALEH. REMEMBER THAT FIRST PRIORITY IS DESTROYING MALEH'S VIDEO OPERATION AND ERASING THE EVIDENCE OF IT. SECOND PRIORITY IS NEUTRALIZING MALEH HIMSELF.
IM_STRIKEPOST:
ACKNOWLEDGED. STRIKE TEAMS MOVING IN NOW. ETA TO YOUR POSISTION APPROXIMATELY THREE MINUTES.
IM_FIGH:
REMEMBER, THE NSA'S REPUTATION AS AN AGENCY IS TOP PRIORITY. KILL MALEH IF POSSIBLE, IT WOULD COST TOO MUCH TO HUNT HIM DOWN LATER.
^X
NSA SECURE INTANT MESSENGER EXITING. . .
I_FIGH_B:\ > LOGOUT
TIMESTAMP: 07:21:06:06, USER I_FIGH LOGGED OUT
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07hr:26min:10sec:70ms
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Xander looked around his office in pride. All his toys had been picked up, cleaned, and set back into place in his giant walk-in closet, the wall had been repaired and painted, the body cleared away and the air purged and the wood floor cleaned. Even his chainsaw had been impeccably scrubbed, the pieces of bone picked from the blades and chain. The panther grinned as he looked down at his feet, finding his servant, Julian, tending to his more "carnal" needs. The heavily muscled bear knelt at his master's feet, his headfur parted by a seven inch long scar from the lobotomy and mind manipulation the panther had performed on him almost six years ago. He had opened the bear's skull and implanted several chips that, when used with a special remote, could influence the bear into doing whatever his master commanded. The bruin looked up at his master as his nose touched the feline's crotch, his tongue lathing all around the cat's cock in loving embrace. The panther purred softly and pet his slave's head, running a finger down the scar that he had created. The bear groaned softly, the touch programmed into one of the chips inside his brain and designed to make the feeling almost orgasmic for him. The bear moaned softly as the chip stimulated his brain to send out endorphins, making him all the more aroused as he sucked on his master. Xander didn't care if the bear's moans were his own or not. He just wanted the bear to moan. He thrust his cock into the bruin's strong and well-trained muzzle firmly, making the bear's already leaking cock almost spill his seed as another one of the chips in his head sent out more feelings of pleasure for him. The panther fucked the bear's muzzle for a few more minutes, slamming hard against his tongue and slipping the hard tip down the bear's flexible throat before he pulled out, stepping back and snapping his fingers.
"Julian, up." He commanded. The bear immediately stood, his eyes downcast. "Fetch the wolf."
The bear nodded and left, his almost foot long cock bouncing as he walked, his tall, muscle-bound frame barely fitting under the frame of the double-doors as he crouched down slightly to fit through. After a few seconds, he returned, tugging on the leash of a dull brown wolf's collar. He had a medium build, enough to be a challenge, but not so much as to present a problem. His pelt was the most dull brown in color, but his back was saddled with black and gray fur, making him appear almost like a crossbred mutt. His ears were held down on his head and his eyes leaked tears. He knew he was going to die a horrible death and had completely given himself up to that fact. He didn't even bother to raise his head to look his tormenter in the eye.
Xander smiled smugly and snapped his fingers, holding out his paw to the bear. The slave nodded meekly and dropped the end of the leash into his master's paw. Xander snapped his fingers again, pointing at the door and the bear left, shutting and locking the doors behind him. The panther grinned and tugged the leash viciously, throwing his harem boy to the floor on his face. The wolf yelped and whimpered softly as he hit the ground, propping himself up on his hands as he groveled, hoping just to be raped and sent back to the harem to survive another day. The panther didn't flinch and kicked his slave in the muzzle with the heel of his foot. The wolf let out a little grunt of pain and accepted the blow, his muzzle bleeding from the kick as he licked the blood quickly, hoping not to excite the feline's lust any further than the nine inches of steaming meat between his crotch suggested. The panther kicked again, watching as the wolf whined softly in pain and turned away.
Xander growled predatorily and presented his foot in front of his slave's face. "Lick it slut."
The wolf whimpered before he immediately turned his head back, licking obediently at his master's foot, tasting the stink and sweat there, his stomach turning. The panther groaned softly and picked up his remote, turning one of his favorite snuff films "Gutter Gang Slaying". The film opened with a tough gang of bright red dragons stalking and eventually cornering an extremely effeminate fox under a bridge in New York. Then, using lead pipes, bricks and bats wrapped in razor wire, they proceeded to beat the screaming fox to pieces, ripping out chunks of his flesh in their blood frenzy. The panther fast forwarded to his favorite part, the screams of the fox providing the backdrop for the torture of his slave. He drew his foot away from the wolf's muzzle and yanked hard on his leash, drawing a loud gasp of asphyxiation from the lupine. The wolf immediately got to his knees to stop the choking before his master shoved his dripping length in front of his face. Without waiting for his slave to take the lead, he rudely shoved his entire length into the wolf's muzzle and down his throat and began to pound his mouth quickly. The wolf gagged loudly and struggled to open up his throat before he finally gained a hold of his gag reflexes and began to deepthroat his master's cock.
Xander looked down at his slut's face as he pounded into his muzzle, his tight lips and hot throat sending him quickly to outskirts of his orgasm. Before he could climax, however, he withdrew his cock from the wolf's tight and warm lips, yanking hard on the leash again as he tied the end of the lead to a metal pole that was installed in the center of the room. He snapped his fingers, pointing at the floor as he stared harshly at his victim for the evening.
"Sit slut. Wait there and don't make a sound." He commanded, condescending to the poor wolf as if he were simply a unintelligent pet. The wolf bit back his growl of hurt pride and sat down on his haunches, humiliated and wishing it was over already. His own sheath was soft between his legs, and, despite that he had been kidnapped from one of the hottest gay clubs in town, he was too terrified and emotionally scarred to be aroused by his treatment.
Xander disappeared into his walk in closet for a few minutes before reappearing. In his left paw he carried his spit-shined mini-chainsaw, a deranged, hand painted smiley face on the motor. The wolf almost passed out from the sight of it before his eyes came across his torturer's right hand. There, clenched in his paw was a selection of needles, filled with oddly colored liquid and slung over his shoulder was a nickel-plated machete with serrated blades. The wolf couldn't hold back and simply forgot whatever pride he had and threw himself at the panther's feet, holding onto the floor and not daring to touch the feline.
"Oh god, please master Xander! Please don't kill me! I won't tell anyone about any of this, I promise! Just let me go! Please! For the love of God, please let me go! I'll help you with whatever you want to do, but please just don't kill me!!" The wolf pleaded, his eyes spouting torrents of tears as he wailed, his heart broken and his soul shattered.
The panther was taken aback by the outburst. He was hoping that his prey would be a little more resisting and much prouder. But he proved to be more emotionally fragile than he had hoped. He dropped his gear several feet from the wolf and knelt down, holding his muzzle in his left paw tenderly as he looked his slave in the eye. The wolf whimpered loudly and shook visibly in his master's hold, hoping to buy his mercy this once. The harem wolf prayed to every god in existence, praying that they would intervene and let him escape alive.
The panther wasn't moved. He drew his right fist backwards and punched the wolf for all he was worth, knocking out several teeth in the process. The wolf screamed in agony and curled up on the floor as Xander continued to beat the wolf senseless. He kicked the wolf's sides, cracking his ribs as he knelt over him and began to roughly slam the lupine's head into the wood floor, fine mists of the wolf's blood flying everywhere. The wolf whined and yelped as his face was beaten into the floor, all the while, the panther's erection pressed, hard and needy, into the wolf's backfur. Soon, the panther tired of when the wolf stopped resisting and simply laid there, twitching. He wasn't dead. Xander knew that much, but he was beaten to a goddamn pulp and wasn't good for much anymore.
He stood and sighed. He was hoping for a little bit of fun with his victim before he had to dispose of him, but that didn't seem to be the way things were turning out. He shrugged and lifted the wolf's tail anyways, gripping the base of his rock-hard erection and spreading the wolf's warm blood on it before he thrust his cock hilt deep into the wolf's dry, tight hole. The wolf simply grunted as he was violated, his sphincter ripping open violently, fresh blood joining the drying coat already on the feline's cock. Xander gripped his victim's hips and rapidly thrust his cock in and out of the helpless wolf, not caring that he was ripping him apart on the inside from the rough and calloused sex. The wolf whimpered and gurgled through the blood flowing over his nose and in his mouth, spitting out one of his teeth as the panther used his body. He was other things to worry about other than being brutally raped as he cried. Even if the panther let him go now, he would probably die of internal bleeding and rectal trauma. Excruciating pain shot through his body from head to toe. Every inch of his body ached, fueled by the hard rod of steel cat cock being shoved into his ass. The wolf couldn't take much more before he simply passed out from the pain as the panther began to near his peak again and finally shot his long-denied load deep into the bleeding tailhole of the lupine. He panted hard as he ripped his cock out, enjoying the view of the cum and blood mixture leaking out of the worthless wolf.
The feline grinned and reached for his chainsaw, intent on finishing the wolf in style when he suddenly noticed a soft beeping from his computer. He turned in panic as he read the message that had appeared on his screen in bright red letters:
THIS IS THE NSA. WE HAVE DISCOVERED YOUR SIDE OPERATION XANDER MALEH AND YOU ARE UNDER ARREST. YOUR VIDEO OPERATION IS IN CLEAR VIOLATION OF ORIGINAL CONTRACT. WE ARE CURRENTLY DESTROYING ALL TRACES OF YOUR OPERATION VIA AN UNSTOPPABLE VIRUS. GIVE YOURSELF UP QUIETLY.
The panther growled in anger and dropped his chainsaw as he ran to his computer, hitting buttons randomly as he tried to back up his archives before the screen faded, leaving him with a blank monitor. He screamed in frustration and hit the button for the intercom.
"JULIAN! Bring me the key to my weapon's locker. The NSA is here!" He yelled into the speaker.
"Yes Master Maleh." The bear answered robotically.
Xander rubbed his paws on his temples as he fought to think. They had already taken down his computer systems and would soon be trying to get to the lights. He had to find his nightvision goggles and body armor so he would be ready for them. He burst out of his office, snapping his fingers for his bruin servant to follow him as they made their way to the weapon's locker, leaving the wolf behind in a puddle of blood, sweat, cum and teeth.
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07hr:56min:38sec:91ms
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The wolf opened his eyes slightly. His body ached, but he wasn't dead. He groaned inwardly, thinking he was probably already back in the harem with the other scared and crying furs. He looked around his surroundings, but found himself still in the office. However, he noticed the panther was no where to be seen and had left his stack of torture devices in easy reach of the wolf. He shakily hauled himself to his feet, the aches in his face and chest abated somewhat, but his tailhole still leaking blood and cum. The smell of his unclean bowels filled his nostrils. Even if Xander had a liking for males, he didn't care enough to clean them out before raping them. The wolf closed his eyes as he remembered who he was before all of this. He had been Cory A. Trellis, 25 years old, gay and in a relationship with one of the best wolves he had ever been with. He had been out drinking with friends when he was ambushed on the way to his car and taken here....to this impeccably cleaned hell. He sighed as he opened his eyes again, spitting out some more of his blood as he noticed the labeling on the three syringes closest to him.
Morphine, Curare and Naloxone
He read the warning labels on each reflexively.
"Morphine: General use for the treatment of extreme pain. Due to the highly addictive qualities of this drug, it is to be used sparingly."
"Curare: Warning! This drug causes instantaneous paralysis by blocking acetylcholine receptors in the brain. Do not let this drug come in contact with skin, eyes or clothing."
"Naloxone: Warning! Destroys the effects of endorphins by blocking opiate receptors. Read all drug warnings before using!"
The wolf reached over slowly and gripped the syringe of morphine. He was hoping there was a vial of cyanide around so he could end it all, but the best he could do now is dull his pain until death took him. He took the needle and injected it into his arm. Instant relief flooded his veins even as his vision blurred. Soon he felt light headed and his pain faded to nothing. Cory even smiled and shakily stood up, holding onto the pole for support. He reached down to find a large kitchen knife near the other weapons that Xander had left and cut through his collar. He stumbled slightly and quickly searched the closet that Xander had come out of, finding more syringes of morphine, amongst other more deadly drugs and finally found a first aid kit. He opened the white tin and quickly began to dress his own wounds, glad that he had taken a few classes in emergency medical procedures. After he had dressed his external wounds in bandages and stints, he finally gripped a few rolls of bandages in his muzzle to stop the bleeding of his gums. Finally he walked to the door of the office just as all the electricity went out in the building. He looked to the chainsaw that Xander had left on the floor, along with the other assorted weapons in the closet and returned, picking up the chainsaw and walking back into the closet to grab a large butcher's cleaver. He rummaged around in the dresser that was set into the closet and found a small wardrobe. He slipped on a pair of snug fitting jeans, a simple black tee shirt and a leather belt. Finally armed, with a small backpack filled with morphine and first aid supplies, he left the office to try and find his way to the escape.
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08hr:03min:01sec:42ms
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Xander strapped the night vision gear onto his head, just flipping down the goggles as the first NSA striketeam apparently found the circuit breakers, the wing going dark and illuminated by only the moonlight. He raised his M4 Carbine Military rifle to his shoulder as he looked out through the green haze display of the goggles. He snapped his fingers and handed his servant bear a SPAS shotgun, waving his finger to command him to follow. The bear nodded and took the weapon, the chips in his brain kicking into high gear to prevent him from using the weapon against his master. The two slowly made their way through the darkened hallways, only the faint light of the moon filtering in through the few skylights that adorned the building of Compound Two Administration.
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08hr:04min:59sec:93ms
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Cory stalked the darkened hallways, holding the cleaver at ready as he followed the scent of the panther, knowing that he was probably trying to find the exit also. He resisted the urge to simply turn on the saw and chase the sick feline for all he was worth. He knew that by now he was probably already armed with some kind of firearm and would put down the wolf easily. He growled in frustration as he felt the bandages in his mouth ooze blood down his lips. He would make that sick bastard pay for what he had done to him. He let out a silent whimper as his gut pained him, the morphine beginning to wear off. In a few more minutes he would need to take another dose to keep himself from simply doubling over and screaming in agony, but he braved the pain for now.
The wolf stopped when he heard the angry shouts of someone up ahead. He looked around in a panic, trying to find a hiding spot and finally finding an open janitor's closet. He slipped in and dropped his pack of supplies and the saw, just holding his cleaver at ready if need be. He saw a image slip by in the darkness and peered out fearfully. He was alone, so the wolf wasn't in danger of being ambushed. The figure was wearing a three piece suit, a large handgun held at his side as he looked around him, obviously disoriented in the dark. Small, pierced ears were atop his head, making Cory guess that the newcomer was probably a rottweiler, and, with his back turned to the suddenly blood thirsty wolf, he presented no problem. The wolf smiled toothlessly as he slipped silently out of the closet and held his cleaver high above his head, making his way quickly to his intended target.
The canine didn't even have a chance. With his hearing nowhere near the sophistication of the wolf and the element of shadows playing against his weakened eyes, the dog didn't even know what was happening until the wolf sunk his weapon deep into the neck of the dog, driving the blade with all his might downward into his chest until the edge was touching the dog's spine. The rott fell to the floor, dropping his pistol onto the floor as he reached back reflexively to the blade, spraying blood out of his muzzle and literally drowning on the torrent of blood that filled his throat suddenly. The wolf chuckled in mad blood lust, glad to be murdering someone who was no doubt there to murder him. He left the cleaver in the rott's neck and returned to the closet, picking up the chainsaw and pulling back the starting cord. The saw roared to life immediately, it's expensive gas engine purring like a...panther. The wolf shook the analogy from his mind and focused his energies on picking up the saw. Oh it roared like a panther alright. And soon it would be sunk to the hilt inside the chest of that sick fucker. Cory grinned, blood dripping from his maw as he brought the blade down on his attacker's shoulder, marveling at how his skin and fur fled from the blade and chunks of his flesh began to fly.
He withdrew the weapon immediately as he found himself covered in blood and skin pieces. He instead revved the saw and shoved it into the lower back of the dog, the chain groaning under the weight of having to tear through bone and muscle as he worked it through the torso of the dog. The rott gurgled loudly, pieces of his lungs backtracking through his esophagus and out his muzzle as he fell forward, the spinning blade slipping out of his body. Cory let the saw run for almost thirty seconds as he looked down at his kill, almost salivating at the mouth at the pure destruction he had served upon the dog and the irony of having not only murdered him, but having fucking butchered his corpse. The wolf let go of the kill switch on the saw and the tool quickly turned off, leaving him with ringing in his ears from the noise. He picked up the pistol and shoved the cleaver into his beltline and continued, slinging the backpack over his shoulder as he groaned, the pain in his body returning from the extreme activity he had just put his body through. He limped onward, pistol in hand.
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08hr:06min:01sec:26ms
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Xander's ears perked up as he heard the sound of his chainsaw echoing down the hallway behind him and cursed to himself. Either the guard he sent to kill that wolf had done his job by using his chainsaw or, more likely, the wolf had gotten loose and had murdered his first victim. The feline looked to his servant and suddenly became unnerved. He had programmed the chips in the bruin's brain to control his thought processes, but he had not anticipated the aspect that fear could have on his psyche. The simple stress of being alone with his master in the middle of a darkened compound with a psychotic wolf on the loose was breaking down his defenses. The panther snapped his fingers to try and regain control of his "creation" and held out his paw.
"Julian, give me your weapon, now." He commanded.
The bear looked at his master in horror. Somewhere in his head, his brain demanded a reason why he should simply give up his only weapon to such a crazed individual as Xander. The chip battled with the bear's mental capabilities for a few moments before the chips finally won. The bear's eyes lost the look of struggle and defiance and he lowered his head, holding out the gun to his master and averting his eyes.
"Ok." Julian answered quietly.
The feline's eyes went wide. The chips were failing. The bear should have given up his weapon immediately and his idea of who the owner of his mind was also was failing. The panther immediately took the shotgun from his slave and stepped a few paces back, leaning his rifle against the wall as he leveled the shotgun at the bear's face. Julian didn't flinch, the chips programmed to force his mind to take any amount of abuse, even unto death. The bear looked down the barrel of the shotgun boldly, his ears drooped in shame. Xander sighed deeply and closed his eyes for a moment to get his bearings. To him, it was if he were simply forced to put down a unintelligent pet or a racing horse with a broken leg, no more. The feline opened his eyes and found the bear hadn't moved an inch. He tightened his grip on the gun and squeezed the trigger.
The hammer clicked, but the gun did not fire. Xander's eyes went wide as he saw an abrupt change in the bear. His eyes went white and rolled back in his head as blood began to ooze from his ears and tear ducts, a sure sign that the chips were being rejected after being in his brain for so long. The feline quickly checked the weapon, trying to get it to fire, but found a shell jammed in the loading slot. He dropped the gun onto the floor and scrambled for his rifle. The bear groaned in pain and held his head as the chips finally released their absolute hold on his mind. Xander's shaking paws finally found his weapon and he turned around to face his creation, raising his gun to his shoulder, but the bear had vanished, leaving only a few drops of blood where he once stood. The panther looked around him in a panic, his breath caught in his chest as his heart beat like a lawnmower engine. The bear had disappeared, but at least he left the shotgun behind. The panther finally could take no more and simply ran, hoping to put some distance between him and his rebelling servant.
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08hr:07min:09sec:21ms
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Cory stopped to rest at an observation platform, shutting the door behind him tightly as he dropped into the nearest seat, opening his bag and fumbling with his violently shaking paws to find another needle of morphine. He quickly injected himself with the drug, calming his nerves as he looked out the giant Plexiglas window in front of him. About twenty feet below him he could see a large warehouse, illuminated only by open skylights. The building obviously hadn't been used for years, but what caught his attention was the frequent discolorations on the floor. The warehouse floor was scattered with giant crates and even entire railroad cars. The wolf looked harder and found that each discoloration was a blood splatter and that occasionally, there were small stacks of rotting corpses piled in corners. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. This platform seemed to be used like any private viewing box for sports games. He growled in anger and picked up his chainsaw and pack and turned to leave when a flash caught his attention. He looked back out into the warehouse and saw a canine stumbling next to a couple of railroad cars. He was covering his eyes as he slammed into the side of one of the cars, slumping down onto his knees. Two seconds later he was swarmed by men in black body armor and gas masks, giant letters across their back spelling NSA.
The wolf fought weakly against the air before one of the officers began to yell loudly, his voice carrying up to a hidden speaker in the viewing room that hadn't been disabled by the power outage.
"James Robert Dent, this is the NSA, put down your weapon! We have no intention of harming you."
The wolf nodded and put something down on the floor, kicking it away from him. He began to speak.
"Why are you guys here?"
The NSA officer moved in, throwing the weapon away as he picked up the weak wolf and helped him walk. "You will be debriefed once we get you to the medics."
Cory almost raised his paw to get the attention of the officers below, but restrained. If he gave up now, he would also be giving up his chances of gutting Maleh alive personally. But now that there seemed to be an entire strike force of NSA operatives after him too, he had to hurry. The one advantage he had over them was that he could track by scent, while the operatives were impaired by their gas masks. The wolf turned and left the room, shoving the pistol into the back of his pants and holding his chainsaw in both hands, his finger on the quick start switch as he resumed his hunt.
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08hr:10min:59sec:00ms
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Xander looked around him in fear, his weapon held tightly to his shoulder as he crept silently through the darkened hallways of the administration wing of Compound Two. The greenish tint the nightvision goggles were casting on everything was hurting his eyes and he checked his watch. It had been a mere seven minutes since the NSA had cut the power, but already the stress was wearing on the panther. He had no one left to guard him, even his bionic-controlled servant had left him. And now he had a crazed former victim after him. He checked his watch again and made some quick calculations. On a normal day, it took him twelve minutes to make his way to parking garage exit from his office, but since he now had to move at half the speed he normally did, it would take him almost twenty four minutes, give or take a couple of minutes. He rubbed his nose, the smell of his cum still fresh on his paw and body. He snorted quietly, the stink of that foul wolf's blood making his stomach wretch. He could worry about his cleanliness later, right now he'd be happy just to make it home alive.
The feline's mind raced. When he finally returned home, he would have to probably fight his way through a small team of SWAT officers, retrieve his passport and emergency nest egg, a throw a few suits into his car and find a motel somewhere to change and then head to the nearest international airport. For his own safety he would have to go to the biggest airport he could find. He could slip into the evening crowd easily and bribe his way onto the nearest international flight. Xander licked his lips to moisten them as he slowly eased down the darkened hallway. He was about a third of the way there. He hadn't heard anything since that ill-fated chainsaw attack a few minutes ago. He turned around quickly, hoping to find the silhouette of that wolf or maybe his bruin servant, but still found nothing but the dances of shadow on the blinds.
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08hr:12min:08sec:41ms
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Cory found some stairs to the second floor walkway and shakily made his way up, his knees feeling as if they were made out of Jell-o. He hadn't been this tired in a long time. He eased his head around the corner of a small doorway, finding an empty kitchen, probably for use by the employees of this compound. He slipped in and dropped his weapons and pack onto the floor and opened the refrigerator. He hadn't eaten in days and his stomach demanded food. He quickly grabbed a sack lunch that was sitting on the first shelf and crammed down a baloney and Swiss cheese sandwich. Even though it was probably made from the cheapest deli material available, it tasted to the wolf as divine as a gourmet banquet as he swallowed chunks of the sandwich whole. He cried slightly as he realized that he couldn't chew the sandwich because of his missing teeth, but that could be fixed once he was out of this place.
He rummaged around in the shelves and found a bottle of water and drank it down his parched throat while he still finished off chewing the sandwich. He wiped his muzzle sloppily and found a small four pack of Red Bull Energy drink and grinned. At least that would help fight the depressing effects of the residual morphine in his system and keep him awake. He popped the tops on two of the drinks and downed them in one gulp apiece then shut the fridge. Cory smiled and went to the sink to wash his face, rinsing out the bandages from his muzzle and washing the blood from his hands and arms. He picked out pieces of flesh and bone from the rott he had eviscerated, watching in fascination as they slipped down the sink. Cory turned around and wiped his paws on his shirt and pants before he made his way out of the kitchen, refreshed and strong. He quietly looked over the edge of the second story railing and saw a small puddle of blood below and quickly withdrew his head before he looked back over, expecting to find Xander below, but instead he saw the bear, curled up in a corner and crying, his face stained with his own blood. The wolf made his way for the stairs, stepping as lightly as he could as he kept his eye on the weeping bruin. The bear either didn't hear the wolf approaching or didn't care, but at any rate, the wolf didn't care. He looked around his surroundings quickly, wondering suddenly if this was some kind of trap, but found no one in the lobby. He flicked on the quick activation switch on his chainsaw and it revved to life noisily. Suddenly the bear fell backwards, howling in despair as he looked at the approaching wolf in fear. Cory was unmoved and approached the bruin, raising the chainsaw above his head, ready to strike.
"Stop! Stop! Please! Don't kill me! I beg you!" The bear screamed over the din of the motoring chainsaw.
Cory relented and lowered his weapon, careful to keep within striking distance. He might as well have some fun with the bear, unlike the rott earlier. He would enjoy gutting the living fuck out of this bastard who had delivered him to pure hell.
The bear held his hands in plain sight and stood up slowly, so as not to alarm the crazed wolf as he spoke.
"Please, I don't know who you are. Don't kill me, please! I don't know how I got here. The last thing I remember is being on a surgical table and some panther cutting into my skull. Oh god!" The bear wailed softly, covering his eyes.
Cory cocked his head in surprise. Maybe the bear meant it. Maybe he was truly an amnesia victim or some shit like that. The wolf considered his options. Perhaps it was just a mistake. Maybe the bear had been enslaved by the panther by some means that wasn't immediately apparent. The bear's headfur seemed to be parted by a large scar, which supported his story of being operated on, but the wolf suddenly considered his other option. This was a trick. As soon as the bear gained his trust, he would stab him in the back. Cory revved the chainsaw motor and set his eyes on the bear.
Better safe than sorry.
He stomped heavily over to the weeping mess of muscles and raised the saw above his head again, growling menacingly as he brought the blade downwards, slicing into the bruin's left arm. The bear screamed and howled like a demon as he held his arm, the bone not quite cut all the way, but the flesh completely cut through like butter as Cory worked the saw into the bone, hearing the chain slow down as the blade worked it's way through the limb slowly, the smell of burning flesh and fresh blood meeting his nose. The bear screamed and batted uselessly at the wolf, his blows feeling like feather's hitting the wolf's arms. The bear's strength drained as soon as the blade passed through his arm and he looked down in utter horror, his eyes wide and his voice weak. The bear looked up at Cory with a simple question evident in his eyes.
"Why? Why? I don't even know who you are..."
But the wolf was unmoved. He brought the chainsaw back, revving the engine again and throwing pieces of the bear's own flesh onto his face as he shoved the blade forward, the tip tearing into the bear's short muzzle and gliding effortlessly through his face before the blade stopped abruptly as it came in contact with the bruin's skull. Cory yanked the blade of the saw out roughly from the bear's face, the motor quiet as the kill switch activated and turned off the motor. He restarted the engine as the bear sat there, his body twitching as his face poured blood onto the wolf's feet. Cory looked at what was left of the bear's face. He could almost see all the way into his esophagus, the base of his bloody skull visible for anyone and he cocked his head again. Somehow, the bear didn't fall over. He was still sitting upright on his knees, his body balanced somehow. Cory finally got the chainsaw started again and turned the blade sideways and brought the tool down on the bear's neck, sawing through his neck and spine effortlessly and rending his head from his torso. The remains of the bear finally fell over into a gory mess on the floor, a blood puddle spreading almost seven feet wide already. Cory grinned and let go of the kill switch and the motor quieted again, leaving his ears with the sounds of the gurgling of the bruin's large arteries as his heart began to die slowly and the flow abated.
Cory turned his head and sniffed the air, finding the scent of that panther in the distance. He was close to his revenge. He was so close he could hear the panther screaming for mercy as he cut off every limb slowly. He would beg. Oh yes he would beg for mercy. Cory would cut off his goddamn prick and shove it into his mouth and make him bite it in half, oh and then, oh and then he would have fun and laugh as he cut off every finger, every toe, and even the panther's fucking eyes.
The wolf grinned and kicked the lifeless corpse at his feet. As to whether the bear was an innocent victim or not, he didn't care. He just didn't want anyone standing in his way of bloody revenge.
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08hr:18min:12sec:90ms
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Xander's ears perked as he heard the chainsaw again, this time much closer than before. The wolf was probably only about a hundred feet from him. The feline' s eyes went wide as he began to run. At least he could put some distance between himself and the wolf, or at least lie in wait for him. He found himself in the greeting lobby for Compound Two Administration and looked around, finding the stairs leading to the second floor. The lobby was filled with mirrors and large picture windows. As much as Xander wanted to destroy all the mirrors using his rifle, he couldn't. The NSA teams would certainly find him faster if he fired his weapon, but they couldn't hone in on the sound of the chainsaw, since the sound didn't carry as far and when it did, it dissipated into just background noise. The panther grinned and hid behind a small sofa set next to the stairs and overlooking the lobby and waited for his prey.
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08hr:19min:40sec:11ms
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Cory sniffed the air again, the scent of that feline close now, but the smell was somewhat off. He drew his pistol and quickly affixed his belt to the chainsaw, making a crude loop that he used to sling the saw over his left shoulder. The wolf quickly dropped his bag of supplies and held onto the chainsaw motor with his left paw while he held the pistol at ready with his right. He had to be as silent as possible if he was to get the drop on the feline. He suddenly leaned down and opened his pack, grabbing one of the needles and putting it into his back pocket, careful to put on the plastic cover first. He grinned and made his way into the lobby and sniffed the air. He could tell the feline was above him on the second floor, but stepped forward anyways into plain sight.
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08hr:20min:11sec:59ms
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Xander grinned as he watched his seemingly oblivious prey below. He quickly stood up and flipped on the flashlight set into his M4, catching the wolf in the light as he barked orders.
"You there! Wolf! Drop your weapons!" He shouted.
The wolf froze in his tracks, his paws shaking a little as he dropped his pistol and slipped the chainsaw to the floor, then intertwined his fingers behind his head.
"Stay where you are!" The panther shouted as he made his way downstairs and kicked the wolf's pistol away from him, then shouldered his rifle and picked up the chainsaw.
The wolf's lower lip trembled in fear, but his eyes stayed resolute and fearless. The panther shook off the feeling and flicked the quick-start switch on the saw, revving it a couple times, the squish of drying blood and flesh on the saw's handle as he licked his lips, staring at the prey that had given him so much trouble tonight.
"You dumb fuck." The panther muttered as he waved the saw back and forth menacingly. "You couldn't just wait to die could you? Well, I'll be sure to not disappoint and finish the job that I started back in my office."
Cory took a deep breath, slipping off the plastic cover of the needle, concealing his action behind his head as he watched the panther drone on. He prepared his body for what he was about to do and prayed that he wouldn't fail. The feline tried to circle the wolf, but Cory stared the cat directly in the eyes. He waited until the cat's eyes opened wide, ready to bring the saw back and scream in primal rage before the wolf made his move.
While the panther's eyes were wide open as he brought the saw back to strike, Cory spit as hard as he could, his mouth filled with his own blood as he sprayed a fine mist into Xander's eyes. The feline's eyelids closed slightly as his paws lost control of the saw, the gory tool falling to his side as the panther unwittingly released the kill-switch, the blade immediately halting as it's built in safety mechanism engaged.
Cory quickly drew his paws out from behind his head, needle full of Curare. Cory grinned to himself as he shoved the needle directly into the cat's exposed throat and injected the entire syringe into the panther. Xander's eyes opened wide in fear before he fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes, the drug causing instant paralysis. He twitched slightly as he tried to force his body to move, but the drug instantly hit his brain, shutting down his movement processes and acetylcholine receptors. The feline was still conscious however and fully aware of his surroundings, but he was unable to move a single muscle. The wolf panted heavily and licked his own blood from his lips as he picked up the panther's rifle and slung it over his own shoulder, then lifted the chainsaw.
Cory smiled, a sick twinkle in his eyes as he glared down at the helpless feline. Xander cursed himself mentally. He should have just executed the wolf from that second story, but his blood lust had gotten the better of him. He waited, unable to move or speak as the wolf walked away for a few seconds, then returned with a butcher's cleaver in paw. The wolf dropped his weapons onto the nearby receiving counter and knelt down between the panther's legs. Xander whimpered mentally, unable to do anything as he watched. Cory propped up the panther's head using his backpack full of supplies. He wanted him to watch what he was doing.
Cory's paws slipped under the panther's belt and roughly pulled the cat's jeans off, exposing his half-hard cock to the furious wolf. Xander had gotten an erection from the idea of cutting the wolf to pieces, but Cory had planned on that. Instead of being disgusted, he was delighted. The wolf reached down and stroked the panther's cock slowly, and despite Xander's paralyzed state, he was still able to reach full erection. The wolf stopped immediately and wiped his paw clean on his own pants before gripping the panther's cockhead in his left hand and slicing the blade across the base of his shaft, completely cutting off the cat's penis in one blow. Xander screamed slightly, his vocal cords only working at minimal capacity as a shocked gurgle came from him. Cory grinned and walked around to the cat's head, forcing his lips open and shoving the cat's own cock into his mouth. Xander's eyes opened wide in horror as he realized that he couldn't control his throat muscles at all, and his blood-spurting cock was slipping down his esophagus and beginning to block his airway. He was being suffocated by his own penis!
Cory snickered as he realized what was happening before he returned to his work. He held out the cat's paws and chopped off each finger individually, then finished by cutting off the cat's hands, bit by bit. Xander screamed around the cock that was slowly asphyxiating him, his voice a mere gurgle of blood and spit. Excruciating pain shot through his being and into every vein and nerve in his body. And yet, he couldn't move or fight back.
After the wolf had finished with the feline's hands and feet, he noticed that Xander was beginning to pass out, both from lack of oxygen and blood. He quickly scrambled over to the chainsaw and revved it up, intent on inflicting the maximum amount of pain on the sick fucker at his feet before he died and ended his miserable life. Cory revved the motor again and brought the blade down on the cat's chest, sawing into his body viciously and shoving the blade all the way down until he could see sparks flying upward as the chainsaw made contact with the metal studs under the floorboards. He began to pull the blade downwards, literally sawing him in half down his spine before the front doors burst open.
Cory squinted as he saw dozens of masked NSA agents swarming onto him, their flashlights and laser sights set into their MP4s focusing on him. Someone barked orders at him to drop his weapon and surrender. The wolf quickly released the saw and stood up, holding his fingers behind his head as he looked down in pride at his work. Xander's body twitched in post-death spasms. His entire chest was open and his torso had a hole in it almost two feet long that reached all the way to the foundation of the lobby. There was no doubt that he was dead. The wolf grinned and sighed, sad that he didn't get to finish the full job, but glad for it all to be over. The NSA operatives swarmed the wolf, shoving handcuffs onto him and carrying him out the door.
One of the strike team leaders walked over to the body and knelt down by the face, examining the body before standing up and signaling for the team to pull out.
"Is that Maleh?" One of the other operative asked the leader. The leader nodded as they exfiltrated the building, Cory smiling the entire way. The NSA team leader picked clicked on his radio.
"Base, this is alpha leader. Target down. We have one suspect in custody and are currently exfiltrating to the lobby."
The radio buzzed slightly before a response came. "Alpha leader, are you positive Maleh is dead?"
The operative laughed slightly before radioing back in. "Oh he's dead all right sir. There's nothing left of him but his head."
The radio buzzed again. "Roger that alpha leader. Regroup and drop off suspect for debriefing, then proceed with primary objective."
"Roger that base."
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08hr:24min:59sec:00ms
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James Robert Dent smiled widely as he sipped on a cup of exquisite coffee. He held onto the blanket wrapped around his shoulders tightly, as if it were the last article of clothing he would be allowed in his lifetime. Two five star generals sat across from him in the cramped ambulance, their hats in their laps. One was a elderly raccoon, his left eye blinded from some kind of shrapnel wound. The other, a heavy-set equine probably in his late fifties. The equine spoke first.
"Corporal James Dent, my name is Quincy Vander and this is Lionel Williamson. Do you feel ready to talk right now?" He asked softly. "You don't have to talk to us right now, we know what kind of trauma you've been through, but it would help our men in the field right now if they knew what they were up against."
James took a long swig of his coffee and put down the styrofoam cup on the small bench beside him before answering. "Ok. But first I want to know how I ended up as a subject in my own project."
The raccoon answered first. "That was not the NSA's doing Corporal. We are in charge of overseeing every project that the NSA commissions. We have been closely monitoring Project Valiant since its creation. Former General Xander Maleh has been in charge of the actual tapings for us. For a while it seemed like he was running the project splendidly, but then one of our men inside reported arrivals of US citizens. That was enough of a violation to warrant us to take a closer look. We found that Maleh was kidnapping US citizens and sending them through Compound One, then selling the tapes on the black market as part of his 'snuff film' collection. His video line even goes under the line 'Xander Private Selections Video Limited'. We had to step in and stop him before he did any permanent damage to the NSA's reputation or possibly damages the government's power. If the mass media got ahold of one of those tapes, it would be a disaster. The NSA would be immediately liquefied and all of us tried for crimes against humanity or some shit like that."
James nodded somberly and picked up his cup of coffee. "Understandable. So you're moving in to kill Maleh then?"
The equine nodded and answered. "Correct. We're sending in four striketeams to find and neutralize him. However, the first priority is to find all the evidence of those tapes and destroy them. Maleh is second priority. We can always hire an assassin to kill him later if he somehow escapes here."
James nodded again, completely unsurprised by the information. "Good. I didn't encounter anyone while I was loose in Compound Two, but in Compound One, there seem to be a small handful of armed guards on patrol. I had to kill one of them. The sound system is activated in that area. Before I regained my memory, I believed that there were giant animals stalking me, so tell your boys to be on the lookout and not to be scared, they're just hidden speakers playing sound effects."
The wolf's ears twitched slightly as he tried to ignore the whisperings in his head.
You're still not safe James. He's a part of the conspiracy. You have to kill him. Kill him! Maleh was the pawn! This is the king!
The equine nodded and picked himself up, exiting the cramped ambulance and shutting the doors behind him. The raccoon leaned in close to the wolf and whispered quietly.
"Dent, after this is all over I have to officially fire you from the NSA. You will also have to go through a standard ten years of psychological monitoring because of your psychotic break. There will be a standard discharge, but after which you will be allowed to return to civilian life on a pension from the government. We have to relocate you of course and change your name, you know the drill."
James nodded and closed his eyes as he finished his coffee, leaning back against the wall of the ambulance. "Yes sir, I understand."
The raccoon nodded and leaned back, smiling slightly and holding out his paw. "It was good working with you Corporal."
James took the general's paw, shaking it softly. "Thank you sir. It was an honor to work for the NSA."
Suddenly a radio set into the ambulance flared to life. The raccoon leaned over and picked up the mic.
"Base, this is alpha leader. Target down. We have one suspect in custody and are currently exfiltrating to the lobby."
The raccoon nodded and smiled before answering. "Alpha leader, are you positive Maleh is dead?"
The radio buzzed slightly. "Oh he's dead all right sir. There's nothing left of him but his head."
The raccoon smiled wide and nodded at James. "Roger that alpha leader. Regroup and drop off suspect for debriefing, then proceed with primary objective."
"Roger that base."
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Deleted Scene: The EMTS
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Cory whimpered softly as the medics put some more gauze in his mouth, breaking open his wounds again then resetting his broken ribs properly. He was exhausted, both physically and mentally. Regret, however, was no where in his state of mind. He was happy he had killed Maleh. He was glad that he had eviscerated that bear. He was goddamn rejoicing that he had murdered that rottreiler. He smiled slightly as the two EMTs told him to keep the gauze in place by shutting his muzzle tightly. One of the EMTs handed him a box of moist towelettes so he could clean off his blood-soaked hands. The wolf slowly cleaned himself, remembering what it was like to be clean. He would one day return to just the way he was before all of this. He knew it.
Two generals had talked to him not more than five minutes earlier. They had asked him what he was doing in that lobby. They asked him how he got there. But the wolf had kept his responses short, complaining of the pain in his jaw and the two generals halted their questions. They instead gave him the back story of Compound Two, who Xander Maleh was and what they were there to do before they told him he would be placed in a top secret NSA camp to protect the American public from the chance that he would share the things he had seen and heard in the Compound.
But Cory didn't care. In the end, if he was safe, why should he worry about telling the world what the truth was?
He wiped his paws clean and looked out the double windows of the ambulance as it began to drive to the military hospital, the siren wailing loudly into the night.
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Deleted Scene: 4 Days Later
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Cory turned on the TV in his NSA dorm room as he took his painkillers for his recent dental work. He laughed inwardly. He had better teeth now than he ever did before the Compound Two Massacre. He turned up the volume on the seventeen inch TV as he leaned against the bed of his twelve by twelve room, turning the channel to CNN.
"...it should prove to be an exciting season for the NFL. Back to you Ashly."
"Thanks Jose. Well, it was an explosive day, at least for government demolition crews. Government work crews today finished setting up the last charge today on two abandoned prisons in the New Mexico and Arizona desert. The governors of each state then hit the big red button to demolish the prisons, saying that they had been wanting to destroy the buildings for a long time now, but couldn't get the paperwork finalized for the new prisons to be built in their places. Both locations will be cleared away and resurfaced for new maximum security institutions that will house approximately 4,000 inmates each and should be completed by sometime in 2007."
Cory sighed softly as he watched the videos of the two compounds being imploded. He shivered slightly as he watched, knowing that each one was part of that experiment. He almost yelped as he saw the video of the second prison in Arizona, which he knew as Compound Two being destroyed. The wolf whimpered and turned off the TV and looked out his window across the endless desert that separated him from his friends and family. He regretted having to stay here, but he had no choice. It was either imprisonment in this NSA camp or death.
Cory grinned as he saw Xander's eyes when he shoved the live chainsaw into his chest, feeling a familiar tingle below as he began to stroke his swelling sheath.
Even the cameras that the NSA installed in his room didn't deter him. He wanted them to watch.
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FADE SCENE
Thank you for purchasing a Xander Private Selections Ltd. Video or DVD
"Project Valiant"
Directed by Xander Maleh
Guest Director David Carron
Produced by:
William Adler Finch
& Trevor T. Salis
Edited by David Carron
Music by Mary Rothkins
Starring:
James Robert Dent (Victim #1)
Cory Trellis (Victim #2)
Julian Finch (Victim #3)
William Adler Finch (Hunter #1)
Edward Richardson (Eviscerated Guard)
Alfred Sculpes (Computer Technician)
Ian Figh (NSA Hacker)
And Guest Starring
Xander Maleh (1964-2002)
In Memory of Xander Maleh, a visionary filmmaker, the slash genius of his generation. You will be missed. -David Carron, Editor
Raw Video Data Running time: 08 hours 39 minutes 06 seconds 33 milliseconds
Final Edit Time: 03 hours 01 minute 35 seconds 09 milliseconds
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By Narilva Greymantle (2006)
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