Hunger Unleashed [Man X Man]

Chapter 15: When suppressed desires explode...parting!

Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson

Pix: The delectable Bradley

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"Why is this opened?" The bald, heavily armed man asked one of his companions as they walked hesitantly into the living area.

"Place looks deserted." Another man who was equally armed, responded. "But we know there's someone here because the alarm got turned off."

"Let's work quickly and get out of here before the neighbours raise an alarm." A fifth man, obviously a superior to the others, said as he entered behind the four armed men. "Remember, we're not to kill the soldier if we can help it. The boss says he wants to look in his eyes as he breathes his last. But don't kill the doctor if you find him. He's to be taken as a hostage."

"Cool." One of the men responded as they moved further into the house. "I hear the guy is a lunatic so we have to..."

"We're thirty men." The superior snorted. "He's just one person. What can he possibly..." His words trailed off when a black hunk in black jeans, trainers, and weapons in holsters that virtually covered his entire upper body stepped out and stood before them.

"Hello, boys." Bradley drawled almost sexily.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" The cocky superior drawled. "The shit-stirrer who..." The superior's cocky attitude and words ended in a horrible gurgle sound as his hands went to the side of his throat where a nasty gunshot wound was gushing out blood.

Even before the other four could react, their lifeless bodies were on the floor. So...thirty men huh, Bradley thought. Five down, twenty-five to go. Lt. Bradley Jackson was in his element. He was like a robot, completely detached from his human sensibilities...a total beast. Bradley looked up when about seven more men entered the room, guns literary blazing. But they were no match for Bradley. Before they could say Jack, five were joining their ancestors in the afterlife. The other two attacked Bradley as five more appeared at the door. Bradley was quick and fierce. He dodged punches at the right time and maneuvered his assailant's bodies such that when the four at the door opened fire, their colleagues caught their bullets. And using one of the dead mercenaries as a shield, he fired at the four at the door, killing three. Bradley looked at the bodies and wished he had the luxury of maiming rather than killing. Rogues though the mercenaries were, sometimes circumstances made people resort to silly ways of life just for a quick buck. But it would be very stupid to leave someone alive only to get killed by that person whilst concentrating on another. He also hated that he was messing up Jean's floors. The plush rugs would obviously have to be changed. And all those bullets and damage...

Bradley noticed another set of mercenaries just outside the door. It was obvious they were reluctant to come in. That was the disadvantage of using hired guns. They were not loyal. They would cut and run if they realize they could lose their lives. Bradley heard one guy telling the others that it looked as if there was more than one soldier inside the house. Bradley had to stifle his laughter. Maybe they would stop entering the house, he thought hopefully. But of course, there was always someone who would want to either show off or be a hero.

"Oh shit..." Bradley muttered when he saw one of the guys reach into his thigh holster for what looked like a grenade.

Bradley drew a knife from his ankle holster and threw it with absolute precision, at the man, pinning his wrist to his thigh. His blood curdling scream was so disturbing Bradley shot him in the head to put him out of his misery.