Totalitarian Mission
Here is the second part...for those of you who actually wanted one...
Key: (*) means a thought (~) means scene change (><) means time change
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>A week later<
"Ahh, there he is!" Commander Chi exclaimed looking up from his desk. "Ryan, how was your week off?"
"It was...eventful, you could say," Ryan replied, nervously.
"Well I'm not quite sure what that means, but â€" welcome back!"
"Thanks sir."
Ryan walked over to the big Doberman to shake his hand (yes, they have hands).
"You know the team missed ya, right?"
"It's all your fault, you know that right?" Ryan mocked him.
"SIR!" a booming voice shouted from behind Ryan.
Ryan turned around to see one of his colleagues, a husky, standing in the doorway. His face was serious and his body seemed tense.
"Matthew, what's up?" Ryan greeted him.
"What's up? One of our team members was captured by the mayor's goons and all you can say is â€" what's up?" he scowled at him.
"A team member was â€" what?!" Commander Chi exclaimed, shooting out of his chair and slamming his hands on his desk.
"Yes, sir! Agent Soro and I were on surveillance of the mayor's private press conference today. We were on the rooftop of the building next to town hall and everything was going rather smoothly...until we heard gunshots."
"Did you see where they were coming from?" Ryan asked.
"No. I was so concerned about my own safety, I left Soro behind. When I looked back, she was trapped in a net."
"You asshole!" Chi shouted smacking him across the face. "You never leave a comrade behind!"
"I know sir, I was foolish."
"Well, you know what to do. Ryan, you go with Matt and try to get Soro back. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, now go! Why the hell are you both here?"
Ryan and Matthew stormed out of the commander's office and ran down the empty hallways of the rundown building that was their headquarters. It was one of few buildings that were never monitored. The two ran up the steps to the roof of their building and opened up the door to the top.
"Which way should we go first, Matt?"
"Soro and I went that way first," Ryan replied, pointing to the rooftop to their right.
"Understood."
Matt took his running start and pounced as high as he could to the rooftop of the next building. Ryan followed.
"You know, I think I played a game for the XBOX360 that was similar to what we're doing," Ryan thought out loud.
"That so?"
"Yep, so now where to next?"
"Give me a moment."
Matt closed his eyes and spread out his arms as a strong gust of wind made his blue and white fur wave. Ryan looked at him kind of cockeyed asking himself, *who does this guy think he is? Jesus?*
Matt opened his eyes wide and pointed to the row of rooftops to their left.
"We go straight for about 4 rooftops, then take a right and go 6 more," he declared sternly.
"Impressive..." Ryan sulked.
Without another thought, Matt leaped to the next rooftop where Ryan followed right behind him. But they were already faced with a problem; the building up next was at a higher elevation.
"What now, Gandhi?"
"Hmm...ah-ha! There's a pipe, over there! Jump and grab onto it, then climb up. Would you like to do the honors, Ryan?"
"What do I got to lose?"
Ryan took a few steps back and took in a deep breath. He let it out slowly and locked his eyes on the metal pipe. With a roar of determination, he ran as fast as he could and leaped off the edge and hugged the pipe as tight as he could. Ryan opened his eyes to see if he was still alive â€" he was.
"You did it, Ryan!" Matt called over to him. "Now climb up to the ledge!"
Ryan shifted his feet upwards and dug the soles of his boots into the pipe. He pushed himself up and managed to continue until he finally reached the ledge of the top and was back into the sunlight. Ryan looked down to see Matt now jumping to the pipe. Ryan waited for a few seconds before he saw Matt's head come into view. Matt hoisted himself up and joined Ryan on the rooftop.
"Glad you didn't fall," Ryan laughed.
"Heh, likewise."
"Well it looks like smooth sailing from here; I don't see any taller buildings!"
"Don't get so cocky yet."
"Why not?"
Suddenly, a loud flapping noise filled their ears. They quickly figured out that the noise was the noise of a helicopter.
"HALT! YOU ARE IN A RESTRICTED AREA! DROP ANY WEAPONS AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" an officer shouted from the helicopter on a megaphone.
"Is that a good enough explanation?" Matt asked.
"That seems to be good enough, yeah," Ryan said quickly.
"NOW RUN!" Matt screamed.
Not listening to the officer, the two ran to the next building and jumped off the ledge.
"WE HAVE WARNED YOU. WE WILL NOW USE EXCESSIVE FORCE!"
Along with the sound of the helicopter's flapping noise, sounds of gunshots began to fill their ears as well.
"They're shooting at us!" Ryan shouted.
"No duh! Now just keep running and jumping!" Matt suggested quickly.
They did just so and kept going as fast as their feet would let them. Then, Matt saw a light of hope.
"There's a door that leads into the building up ahead!" he exclaimed happily.
"I see it! Hurry!"
After one big leap, they made it to the building and rushed up to the door.
"You gotta key?" Ryan asked.
"You asshole!" Matt yelled as he kicked the door in. "There's your fucking key!"
The two rushed inside and closed the door behind them. Ryan began to walk further into the building while Matt locked the door.
"Ryan, don't go too far! We're just staying in here until those guys leave," Matt warned him.
"Yeah, yeah, don't get your panties in a bunch."
"You're stubborn like my grandma!"
Ignoring the comment, Ryan walked down the small staircase to see if he could find anything that would catch his interest. At the bottom of the stairs was a dead end â€" at least, that's what it looked like...it was pitch black.
"Ryan, get your ass back up here! I don't hear the helicopter anymore!" Matt called for him.
"Okay, there's nothing down here anyways â€" mph!"
A hand had covered Ryan's mouth and the other was wrapped around his waist. But suddenly, Ryan began to lose consciousness. There was a horrible smell filling his nostrils...chloroform!
"Ryan! Ryan!"
Ryan could hear his partner's faint calls until he could not hear anything anymore.
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*Ugh...where...am I? What is this place?*
Ryan had finally awoken in a pitch black room; visibility: none whatsoever. His mind was fuzzy, his body was weak, and his heart was slower than normal. Even though he was in a pitch black room, he knew one thing: he was lying down.
"What am I doing lying down? I have to â€" oh! Wha-? Ah!!"
He shouted out to the sudden realization that he was strapped down to a table, with his stomach facing upwards.
"No! No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening! What the hell is going on?!"
"How are we doing...bitch?" a young, but masculine, voice asked from the darkness of the room.
"...God?"
"Good guess, but no, you ass-munch," the voice replied.
"That makes sense; he wouldn't use language like that...so where am I?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Yes. Yes I would as a matter of fact!"
"Well then, let me expand your view!"
Ryan squinted his eyes tightly as the lights all suddenly turned on. The sudden change of dark to light had caught him off guard. As soon as his eyes were adjusted, he looked around the room â€" where the fuck was he? There were handcuffs in a corner of the small white room and a sling that was right above them. In another corner were latex suits and ball gags sitting on a metal tray.
"Are you kidding me? I'm in a bondage cellar?"
"That's right."
Ryan looked down to see a large figure standing in front of the metal door to the room. He was a large fox that wasn't wearing anything but tan shorts. He had an ugly grin that reminded Ryan of his sister's and his body reminded Ryan of a pro-wrestler.
"Please sir, I don't want to be raped! Not today...nor any day for that matter!" Ryan protested.
"It's always better when they struggle," the fox smirked. "I think I'm going to like you!"
"Men's assets aren't made for fucking! They're for taking a shit! Why can't you faggots understand that?!"
The fox was getting tired of Ryan's constant complaining, so he fixed the problem. He picked up one of the ball gags and stuck it into Ryan's maw.
"That autta shut you up for now...heh."
*SHIT, MAN! YOU'RE SCREWED!* Ryan's conscious screamed at him.
And boy was it right...
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If you don't like rape or M/M...please tell me and I can change the way things are looking...
That's right! Your opinion's matter! So...just let me know...
Also, I'm sorry this one was a little shorter.