"Get down on the fucking ground and don't move!" a massive White Mask shouted at the top of his lungs at the group of hostages, "I said get down!" He fired two shots into the ceiling, scaring everyone into submission as they laid on the floor.
"And get your goddamn hands behind your head! And nobody try to act like a hero, otherwise nobody is gonna leave here alive!" another large White Mask yelled. These two were like bodybuilders, most people wouldn't even think of messing with them.
They all knew they were in the worst situation a person could ever be in. Some of the women were crying silently in fear of getting shot and killed. One of the men started mumbling a prayer under his breath so as to not be heard either. There were more students being taken out of the white, damaged vans covered in bullet holes into the warehouse where they would be spending the remainder of their lives living with a gun barrel poking at the back of their heads. Or so they thought.
"Sir!" one of the terrorists turned on his radio, "We got the last of them into the rooms back here and we got all the hallways and entrances locked down. We're good to go."
"Excellent." A British voice was heard on the other end, "Keep watching them, will you? But do keep them unharmed if possible. However-" he paused, "If one tries to escape, or maybe even a few, set an example."
"Yes sir, it would be my pleasure." he turned and looked at the hostages laying on the floor, face down, and smiled under his mask, "You hear that? Oh, I hope to God! I hope to GOD one of you tries to do something stupid! Then I'll make this a night to remember! Hahahahaha!"
Suddenly, the man stopped laughing and began looking around the room and sniffed a few times through his mask, "What the fuck is that smell?" he looks down and sees a small puddle of piss underneath one of the students. The man grabbed the guy and flipped him over, revealing a red eyed, teary and sweaty faced hostage who was quite the ugly crier.
"Look at what we got here! This fucking troglodyte here pissed his pants, boys! What are ya? Five? What a pussy! Now you got the whole room smelling like a farm!"
He grabbed the man and threw him into the two large White Masks and said, "I know he wasn't trying to escape or nothin' but I for one was always spanked for pissing in my bed. So, let's make an example out of him, right fellas? Let's give em a spanking!"
"No, please! It was an accident! I'm sorry!"
"Nah, shut your fucking mouth, come here!" one of the big ones turned him over and punched him straight into his stomach. He dropped onto the floor, coughing blood and gripping his shirt over his stomach. They picked him up and dragged him out of the room and locked the door behind them, leaving the rest of the hostages to wallow in their despair.
After a few minutes of silence, a woman looked up from the ground and made sure the coast was clear and got up in a crouched position and went to check the door.
"Oi! The fuck are you doing?! They'll kill us all if they see you trying to get out!" one of them whispered angrily.
"Fuck off, I'd rather die than stay here and be tortured and abused by cowards in masks." she just as seriously said, "Besides, I think I can unlock this door and get us outta here."
More and more of the hostages looked up from the carpet and stared at her with various looks. Some with tears in their eyes, others with anger at what she's attempting.
"But they'll realize the door's been unlocked when they come back! They'll find out! If we all try to sneak out, we'll either get spotted immediately with this giant ass group, or someone is gonna check up on us and see the room empty with nothing but a piss stain on the carpet!" another whispered.
"Then what's your plan jackass? Wait for the police? You do realize they're using us for leverage, right? They won't give us up that easily, in fact, I doubt they'll let us out of here alive after what they've done earlier. And what's the police gonna do? They got wiped out earlier at the campus, and I doubt the SWAT team can do much better. These fucks will kill us the second any law enforcement tries to intervene! Nobody on the outside is gonna help us, we can only escape by working together and relying on each for support. Got it fuckface?" she hissed back.
The room went quiet again, and a few nodded their heads and said, "Alright, it's worth a shot. But what about the bed wetter? Are we just gonna leave him?"
"We have to. Because of him, we can get out of here. We can't go and waste the opportunity of escape he gave us by trying to save him, we don't even know where the hell he is." another added.
"Wait a fucking minute you asshats! Didn't that guy earlier say on the radio they've got all the entrances and hallways locked down? How the fuck can we get past them? We don't know where they're stationed and we don't have guns of our own! We might as well be walking in blindfolded! And who made you leader?" he retorted to the woman trying to escape.
"Name's Rachel. And if you want to stay back, fine, it'll make escaping easier if we have a smaller group anyway. Now, who wants to get out of here? Raise your hand."
Just then, the door behind her opened, revealing one of the bulky men from earlier.
"What's this? You guys are trying to fucking escape? What did we tell you bitches!?" he looked down and saw Rachel crouched near the door handle, "Oh, you're the one that's getting them riled up, huh? You dumb whore!"
He grabbed Rachel and threw her across the room onto a desk and pinned her against it, hands on her throat, "It's bitches like you that make my job so much fucking harder than it should be! I-" he paused and observed Rachel's body, "Hey, you're a busty slut aren't you? How about I strangle you and do what I want with this fine ass you got here? Huh? Or would you rather be awake the whole time? I don't think the boss would mind if I take a break here, yeah?"
He squeezed on her throat tighter, she struggled to break free from the monster's grip, but she slowly started losing consciousness. The rest of the captives could do nothing but watch this behemoth strangle one of their own.
"I love me some busty blonds!" he yelled.
Suddenly, a loud explosion shook the earth and deafened everyone's ears.
The terrorist's radio turned on, and a man on the other side was yelling, "A fucking explosion blew up a wall leading into the open area of the building, the gate's been fucked too! It was a fucking SUV! All men, report to the front of the building! North side, north side!"
"Jesus, fuck! Was that the police? No way they'd risk the lives of these punks by pulling a stunt like that!" he let go of Rachel's throat and continued, "You fuckers are lucky we haven't gotten the order to off you!"
He ran out of the room and locked the door, leaving Rachel behind on the floor gasping for air.
3 Minutes earlier
Two White Mask terrorists were outside guarding the fence gate leading into the warehouse behind them.
"Of course, out of everybody else, and out of all the jobs we could have been assigned to, we got fucking guard duty. Just standing outside in the dark waiting for some police fucks to come and pick us off. We're at a total disadvantage here! There's no cover whatsoever for god's sake!" one complained.
"Well, someone had to do it bro. Besides, I'd rather be out here than inside dealing with the other assholes, especially that one elegant British fuck head."
"Oh yeah, what was his name? Thorn?"
"Nah, that's the other douchebag, this one is, uh, fuckin, uh, oh yeah, Garret."
"Right, right."
They both continued to stare into the empty, dark streets in front of them. Tapping their feet and whistling some tunes.
"Goddamn, I can't see shit out here, how are we supposed to make sure no one gets in from this side if we can't see anything?"
The other guard shrugged his shoulders.
A pair of lights at the end of the abyss they were staring off into came to life, illuminating the street once shaded in shadow.
"Hold up, hold up, when did those street lights turn on?"
The other guard looked up from his rifle, "Those aren't street lights you dickhead, that's a car."
"Shit, shouldn't we shoot it?"
"Nah, let it pass, don't want to attract any unnecessary attention."
"Oh, you right, you right. But... Uh, it looks like it's coming this way, though?"
The car moved faster and faster, its engine roaring like a lion on steroids. Its as if its driver was an adrenaline junkie!
"Woah, shit, what is that? An SUV? Got some horsepower, huh? Actually, it is coming closer, huh?"
The car didn't stop and went straight toward the gate.
The two men looked at each other, then back at the car.
"FUCK!" one of them yelled.
They both started firing their automatic rifles at the car, but it didn't stop moving, it continued its course, straight as an arrow.
"Shoot the driver!"
All their bullets began smashing through the car's windshield and tearing up the empty seats inside. Sending pieces of foam flying like feathers at an aggressive pillow fight! Yet still, it continued to move. Well, of course it would, there was a heavy ass brick on the gas pedal!
"The fuck!?"
"Run!"
They both jumped out of the way as the SUV smashed through the fence gate and continued moving towards the warehouse they were supposed to protect. They got back up and gazed at their failure driving away into the distance.
"Shit..." one of them whispered.
Suddenly, he was lifted up from the ground by the waist and turned to his side and slammed down onto the hard concrete, knocking him the fuck out, almost like a suplex.
"Jesus!" the other turned rifle raised.
His rifle was smacked away at lightning speed and disarmed from his hands just as quickly. He felt his gun smash against his skull like a bat a second later, and while he was dazed, two hands gripped his jacket's collar and sleeve and next thing he knew, he was quickly flipped over someone's shoulder, Judo style, and smashed to the ground, knocking the wind out of him and breaking some of his bones. Still, it wasn't enough, the man in the shadows smashed his shoe onto the guy's face, knocking him out like his partner. The man was none other than Walker.
Walker picked up the bloody rifle he used to swing at the tango's skull, a simple L85A1 with no sight attachment, and pulled out a detonator from his pocket. Right when the SUV crashed into the warehouse's walls, he pressed the button, detonating several explosive charges in the car, causing a massive fiery explosion that destroyed the wall.
He fired a few rounds into the unconscious bodies lying below him, making sure they weren't going to wake back up and bite him in the ass later.
He looked into the fiery hell he had just created and gave a light chuckle, "Out of 7 billion people to have been destroyed by, you got me. Unlucky bastards."
He began running toward the fire and the shouting, weapon raised and smug, grin wide. He stopped when he saw a door on the far-right side of the building that he could use to enter and flank his opponents while they were all distracted by the giant burning hole in the wall. So, he made his way there as quickly as he could.
"Keep your eyes on that fucking hole!" one of the terrorists shouted.
There were twenty in total watching the destroyed wall with sweaty palms and beating hearts. Some were behind cover on the ground floor, while others were up on the cat walk with snipers. Thirteen on the ground, seven in the catwalks.
They all stared intently at the wall and the destroyed SUV and waited for whoever was dumb enough to try that stunt to walk into the trap they had set.
"Midas, Trevor, Sparta, you read?" the White Mask who made fun of the pisser earlier spoke into the radio.
The three he addressed didn't reply.
"Midas, Sparta! Trevor! Do you read?"
Three grenades rolled into the open space, one at ground level, and two on the second. One in the catwalk area, and one in the office overlooking the empty space below.
"Shit! Grena-." he was cut off immediately when the grenade went off and turned him into a pile of meat.
The catwalk blew up and fell from its hinges from the walls and the snipers that were mounted on it slipped and fell when it broke and hung vertical like a rope. The ground soldiers were either killed or wounded by the blast and the office was completely destroyed.
Walker kicked open some doors and began firing at the White Masks that were still able to fire back and killed them all with shots to the upper body with inhuman precision and accuracy. One got behind him with a knife but he quickly dived backwards onto his back and shot a single round into the attacker's fore head. Dropping him quickly. He turned onto his stomach and began firing at the rest of the snipers that were up on the remaining parts of the cat walk. He shot them all down and a few flipped over the railing and cracked their skulls on the ground and boxes below. Walker was getting shot at by people behind cover about 16 feet ahead of him and he rolled behind a wall and reloaded his weapon using the last of the magazines he borrowed. He realized they were behind some wood crates and barrels that his bullets could easily penetrate and returned fire. The tangos behind the crates and barrels dropped to the floor in a pool of their own blood, and Walker peeked around the wall and saw that the coast was clear.
A White Mask groaned in pain while holding his bloodied stomach and was laying against the hard-concrete floor. Walker put his rifle against his wound and pushed it in, "Where are the hostages? Tell me or I'll show you a Mortal Kombat Fatality I've been meaning to send to Ed Boon. It goes something like this. I tear open that bullet hole of yours with my bare hands and shove this grenade up in there like a stuffed turkey. Would that get you to talk?"
"Fuck you, fuck you, just leave me alone you cock! I'll tell you; I'll tell you goddamn it, they're down the hall, behind me, in the room all the way towards the end, now go die fuckhead!"
"My pleasure." he said as he left the White Mask to drown in his own pool of blood.
Walker casually jogged to the double doors and along the way realized his rifle was out of ammo, and he didn't have enough time to scavenge around for magazines and left the weapon. He made it to the doors and pushed them open with his arms and was greeted with fourteen White Masks blocking his way with machetes and crowbars.
"You guys ran out of ammo too?"
They didn't respond and only stood there, breathing heavily.
Nobody moved for what seemed like minutes, but really it was only seconds.
"Ahhhh!" the machete wielding terrorist at the very front of the line screamed as he rushed toward Walker.
Walker ran down the hallway full speed at the maniac.
The machete man threw a haymaker with his weapon, but Walker leaned backwards, dodging the lethal blow to his neck and kicked him in the chest, pushing the machete man back, but still standing. Walker ran up on his chest and grabbed the fluorescent tubes above him and ripped it off the ceiling and smashed it onto the guy's head as he fell back down. The next in line went to slash at Walker's stomach, Walker jumped back, the guy went for his right ankle next, but Walker raised his right leg to dodge the attack. Finally, he went for a downwards slash at Walker's neck, but Walker used the man's forward momentum and arm to flip him over his shoulder. When the tango was thrown onto the ground, Walker ripped the knife out of his hands, and slit the man's throat and charged at the next in line.
"Fuck this shit!" A White Mask yelled at the end of the hallway. He pulled out some C4 and chucked it at Walker, knowing full well it would kill everyone including his own teammates.
BEEP BEEP BEEP was the noise it made as it flew over everybody's heads.
"Get down!" one of them yelled.
They all crouched down in vain to avoid the C4, giving Walker enough space to throw his knife at the bomber's head before he detonated the charge.
It went straight into the mask's eyehole, and he dropped dead. Walker ran through the crouching terrorists, slicing and dicing them till he finally made it to the detonator. He slid and grabbed the detonator and rolled into cover.
BEEP
The hallway and all its combatants burst into flaming meat. Walker definitely underestimated the radius of the blast, and the wall he was behind in burst open and he was sent flying backwards onto the ground and covered in rubble.
Walker coughed up some dust, and tried lifting some of the debris off him, but it was quite heavy.
"So you're the fucking bastard screwing up my payday!?" the large White Mask rapist from earlier yelled, towering above Walker.
"Are you my next victim?" Walker chuckled.
"Cmere!" the man yelled as he lifted off the rubble and debris like they were pillows.
He grabbed Walker's collar and threw him through a plywood wall. He jumped on top of Walker and started throwing massive punches. Walker moved his head left and right to dodge the blows. He sat up and wrapped around the man's chest and held his head tightly against him, getting close enough to him to keep his punches from being knockout level. He pulled with his back and arms and pushed with his legs and forced the behemoth to place his arms forward so as to stop himself from faceplanting. Walker wrapped around his right arm and trapped his right foot and lifted his hips and swept the goliath off him, immediately sliding to his side and pinning him. He kept him pinned until he tired out trying to escape, allowing Walker to put him in a Kimura easily. Immediately, he broke his shoulder, causing a blood curdling scream, and quickly went for a North-South choke afterwards, ending the fight. He squeezed for 5 seconds, and the giant went limp.
"Let go of him!" the second monster yelled running towards him from behind.
"I'm not dealing with another one of you fat asses." he said as he grabbed a wood plank next to him and spun and slammed it onto his jaw, knocking him out cold.
Once again, everything was quiet. Except for the cries of some bedwetter in one of the rooms next to him. He turned and saw a door that one of the large men went through earlier, and assumed that's where the cries were coming from. He walked over and slightly opened the door and took a little peak inside and saw a man strapped to a chair with a giant piss stain on his pants. He checked the left and right corners and cleared the room and walked in. The beaten bedwetter continued his cries.
"Oh god, why!? Why did I have to be the one to get kidnapped and not George!? Fuck George!"
"Where's the rest of you?"
The bedwetter looked up from the ground and opened his eyes and saw Walker covered in blood and rubble.
"No! Don't hurt me!"
"Don't worry, I'm with the police, I'm here to get you out of here. But first, do you know where the rest of the captives are?"
"You don't look like a policeman to me. And what the hell was that loud explosion and shooting and all that shit that George should have gotten himself into rather than me?"
"I was off duty at a party when I got the call, so I'm not exactly in uniform. The sounds you heard were just me winning the fight to save your lives, that's all you need to know for now. So, where's the rest of you?"
"Could you untie me first?"
Walker stared into the man's soul and said, "Where. Is. The. Rest. Of. Them?"
"Not here, but on the other side of this god forsaken place, I'll show you if you can help me out of here. Now untie me, please."
Walker realized he fought all those machete wielding adrenaline junkies for no reason, that White Mask from earlier was a lying piece of shit. Good thing the bastard's wounds aren't fatal.
Walker untied the man and followed him back into the open area, which at this point was a graveyard.
The White Mask that was bleeding out was still alive, and had managed to bandage himself up. He was laying against a pillar and was swearing under his breath.
"It looks like you're still alive, aren't you?" Walker chuckled.
"The fuck?! How are you still alive you bastard?"
"Maybe I'll tell you after you wake up from your coma."
"C-coma? The fuck you mean?"
Walker threw a roundhouse kick to the wounded terrorist's face, knocking him THE FUCK OUT and sending his mask flying through the air, revealing a scarred face murderer.
"Damn!" the bed wetter whistled, "Was that necessary?"
"What? Do you want to try?"
"Not really."
"Then continue leading the way." he said as he picked up some magazines for a sniper rifle he found next to a dead body.
They had walked past all the death and chaotic destruction that Walker had delivered unto these weaklings, and finally made it to the room the hostages were kept in.
"Right here." the bed wetter pointed.
Walker raised his rifle and went to open the door. His hand went to turn the doorknob, but stopped and went back. He instead quickly kicked open the door and found...
Nothing.
Nothing but a piss stain on the carpet.
Walker looked at the bed wetter.
He raised his hands and said, "I swear, I wasn't lying, don't kick me!"
A radio somewhere near their area turned on, "This is Belgium, I've spotted the hostages. They're moving out of the warehouse back into the vans we had just brought them here with. What the hell is going on there? All I hear is explosions and gun shots, do you need back up?"
Walker turned the corner and saw a dead White Mask with a screwdriver shoved down his throat, and quickly went and grabbed the radio.
"Copy Belgium, I read you loud and clear. Negative on the backup, we've finally gotten the situation under control, maintain watch on the outskirts of the property, more of them will be coming, leave the hostages be, they don't have the keys to the vehicles, I'll take this from here. Where are you positioned? We'll be sending someone your way to act as your spotter."
"Roger that. Wait, who is this?"
Walker fired his rifle into the ground several times shouting, "Damn it, there's still a few of them left! Answer the damn question!"
"Shit, right, I'm up on the roof of the red building across from the warehouse overlooking the parking lot area!"
"Roger, stay tight! Shit!" he yelled as he fired some more rounds into the floor.
He turned off the radio and put it into his back pocket and looked back at the bed wetter who was plugging his ears.
"Too loud for you?" Walker smiled.