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[baals]

Hiding on Earth turned out to be quite the productive endeavor for Ba'al. He fit in absurdly easily in the world of business. While expanding into the business world he likewise expanded into the criminal world.

In the business world he's known as Hannibal Hadad. His holdings, which started in an areo-space company, expanded into real-estate, construction and string of electronics retailers.

In the criminal world he's known as simply The Boss. His criminal network, stretches into the usual suspects of guns, drugs and smuggling.

Spread across both the business and the criminal side are oddities. On their own, they just seem strange. Together, something big is being built. Something high tech. It could be anything from missiles to fighter jets. Whatever it is he's taking great pains that the government and the larger criminal underworld don't know what he's doing.

Seeing as he's making an effort to hid it. He shouldn't let the recently hired undercover FBI agent anywhere near himself or anything important. He could just feed him false leads down the chain. But... quite frankly, he's bored.

After a couple months, he calls him to his office. Enough time passed to not be suspicious and give Mike time to make a reasonable impression.

Ba'al's office is a modern minimalist style. All clean lines and simple shapes. No unnecessary furniture. As for himself, he's always wearing some designer suit or another. He's standing and looking over some papers on his desk when Mike enters. The papers are Mike's personnel file.

"Ah, yes. It's good to finally meet you. Michael, is it? Or Mike?" He holds out a hand to shake, which he won't last too long or too briefly. "You've been doing excellent work under Johnathan."

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[buddhistbeatdown]

Of course Mike thinks he's trying to kill him, he half laughs. "I'm not going to kill you." Each word is gritted out in a harsh whisper. "Just... shut up."

He does everything he can to keep hold of Mike. He doesn't want to choke him out and he might not even be able to like he is. With his nerves so keyed up it feels to him like his ribs shattered at the elbowing, even if at most they'll be bruised. He lets out an undignified whimper against the back of Mike's neck. He keeps his grip for the moment but he won't be able to take another hit without letting go.

[501s]

Briggs had no idea just how bad this could be. He'd never seen a monster like this. He had to get out and let Mike stay behind. Muttering an apology under his breath, he made his move. He knew how much he'd hurt under those ropes. He only had to hope the same was true for Briggs in this state.

He didn't move to attack. At least not the same way. He just reached for the man's cock. And squeezed. Proving just what those hand exercises had been doing for him.

[buddhistbeatdown]

It really was the last thing Briggs was expecting. He tries fight through the sudden shockwave of pain. That only lasts a few seconds before he crumples and releases Mike. He almost doubles over and probably will the moment Mike lets go. After just choking on his own breath, he desperately mutters "let go" over and over. It's taking real effort to not scream.

He'll end up curled up on floor. It's not as bad as being kicked in the balls but it's pretty damn close. He's conscious but incapacitated. He's too distracted with pain and an over excited nervous system to get angry. He'll be pissed later.

[501s]

At first, Mike's plan was to just surprise him and use that to break free. But once he squeezed there was a very serious problem in front of him: retaliation. If he let go, Briggs would bring it back on him, ten fold. He had the tiger by the tail, so to speak. So he couldn't let go. Not until Briggs was on the ground and not moving.

Only then did he let go and back away. He even had his hands spread at about chest level, showing to both parties involved that he wasn't going to make another move. Not yet.

"See?!" He said to the camera. "I won't kill him! I can't!"

[buddhistbeatdown]

"In that case, I'd rather keep you both." the voice comes through the speaker. Their captor goes silent after that.

Briggs remains on the floor for several minutes while he gathers himself. This is bad. He may not know exactly what this guy is capable of but he has a fairly good idea. Given what's already happened.

"Are you done?" he asks as he slowly works on getting to his feet. He's angry but it's taking a back seat to the drugs.

[501s]

"That wasn't the deal!" Mike explodes the moment the voice goes silent. First he tries to attack the camera, trying to pull it off the wall. Then he's at the door, alternating between pulling and kicking at it.

"No, I'm not done!" He snaps at Briggs. He paces near the door, scrubbing his hands through his hair. He was an idiot for this. All of it. Every step of the way. He had no more cards to play.

[buddhistbeatdown]

Well, this sure is a mess. Briggs manages to drag himself back over to the bed. He's moving slow and careful.

This is far beyond anything they've ever done or trained for. Survival is the only option. "Okay. Mike?" he says finally, "You need to tell me everything." His expression softens and his voice lowers to a near whisper. "What did he do to you, man?"

[501s]

Stepping back from yet another attempt to attack the door, Mike didn't look at Briggs. In fact, the only sign that he'd even heard the question was a new tension across his back. The way he kept his face turned completely away. Briggs couldn't know. Period. They needed to get him out of there before he could find out.

"Just...kill me, alright?" Mike's tone was quiet but strained. "If one of us gives him what he wants, in some way...maybe he'll open the door. Then you can get out. He'll bring me back." That much he knew. Their captor wasn't going to let him off the hook with something as simple as death at the hands of a man he once trusted.

[buddhistbeatdown]

"No!" Briggs yells back. "I am not giving him anything and least of all you! I will give him nothing!" There's pure rage behind it.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, Mike. Your plan only works if I'm willing and I am not! There's no way I'm leaving you here."

[501s]

That was enough to get Mike to turn around, because Briggs only thought he knew what he was doing. He knew the file. He knew the man he'd briefly met. He'd seen Mike tied up, and felt the drugs. But that was only the smallest fraction of what awaited him.

"You know?! Do you. Really." All of that tension and frustration was feeding into anger. It was better this than think about how tight his pants were. "I don't even know how long he's had me, Briggs! Or how long he can wait before he brings people back from the dead. Or--or what other tricks he has up his sleeve! I know ten times as much about him and I'm still flying blind! So cut the crap already, you don't know anything about this guy or what I'm doing!"

[buddhistbeatdown]

"That's the fucking point, Mike!" The shot of adrenaline that comes with the anger, is enough to get him back on his feet. He's still a little shaky and unwell looking however.

"It's you that I know! You're trying to control this and you can't. Neither of us can!" He has enough in him to take a few steps in Mike's direction. "You need to calm down and think."

[501s]

"I'm trying to control this because if I don't what you're feeling right now--" he gestured with both hands to Briggs' crotch, "--will be the least of your problems!"

He stepped a little closer as well, looking a little like he might take a swing at the man's face. "Think about it, Briggs. If he could bring you back after getting SHOT IN THE HEAD--" he jabbed a finger at Briggs' face. "What do you think he's been doing to me?! How many times do you think I've died!"

[buddhistbeatdown]

There's the familiar urge to punch Mike in the face. He doesn't, but it's oh so tempting. More so when it seems like Mike might take a swing. He pushes all that down. If Mike won't calm down and think rationally -- he has to try.

Briggs reaches out to grab Mike's arm and pull him closer. "Whatever he's done to you--" said low enough that only Mike, and no listening devices, can hear it. He hopes anyway. "--It's why I'm not leaving you here. Kill me if you have to."

[501s]

The moment Briggs touches him, Mike jerks his arm away. With the drugs setting his nerves on high alert, even that touch was electric. Too much and not enough at the same time. This close, his body was demanding things of him. Methods of quick satisfaction that he logically knew he couldn't have, but his body didn't always respond to logic.

"And how would that look, hm? He'd make sure the footage leaked to just the right sources. I go down as a murder on the run, and even if he brings you back, how're you going to explain that when there's footage of me killing you?!" He wasn't keeping his voice down, gesturing boldly at the camera.

[buddhistbeatdown]

"That's what you're worried about?" Briggs actually manages a short laugh. "Jesus, Mike..."

With the adrenaline starting to subside, it's getting difficult for him to stand. "Let's... Let's just focus on surviving this, all right?" He rather clumsy makes it back to the bed with a pained groan. He's done arguing for now. And as much as he'd like to ignore his pained erection, he has to at least touch it now and then to keep the worse symptoms at bay.

[501s]

The moment Briggs makes that sound, Mike turns away. He seems to be pacing at first, but he stops before making a return trip. He stands with his arms sternly folded, his back to the bed. He's once again placed himself between the man and the camera to give him some sense of privacy.

He doesn't say anything. His own adrenaline is still running too high. He taps his fingers against his biceps, running over everything. Again and again. Trying to see some angle he's missed. Something to use against their captor. All while staring defiantly at the camera. But without Briggs to yell at, the pressure of his pants grows more and more distracting. Like a fog creeping over his mind. No. He needs to focus. There has to be a way to out think their captor. He's arrogant and smarmy. Smart, but the sort to underestimate people. There has to be a way out. They can't break down the door, but...

Before the idea was even fully formed, he was moving for the closet. Digging through the items in there. Looking for anything involving electricity, or batteries. If he turns up nothing, he'll try prying into the camera. If a door's lock can be engaged remotely it can be overridden.

[buddhistbeatdown]

Given the nature of the room, there's no shortage of the electrically powered devices in the closet. Most are battery operated but a few of the larger ones have cords. It's best not to think about what any of them are usually used for.

The noise of the searching gets Briggs attention. For a second, he wonders if Mike has just lost it then he realizes what he's doing. It's a magnetic lock. That means electric current keeps it engaged. Something else occurs to him... he's going to need to use one of those toys and keep it on, if he plans on going anywhere. Fuck.

He drags himself to his feet and over to the closet. After a quick survey, he picks up the least intrusive looking vibrator. "Fuck," he grumbles, mostly to himself.