"Orders straight from CeKlino are as followed. Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns are to fly to New York, where they will stay for 24 hours before Randy Orton and John Cena arrive. On day 3, Kofi Kingston, Xavier Woods, and E will get there. Xavier and Kofi are to pick up the van. E is to to pick up the black armored box truck from the airport. Take both vehicles to the hotel and park them both in the reserved parking garage spots (G3 and G4) on the bottom level where it's all literally small garages. Day 4, Dean, Roman, Randy, and John will take the cable van to the apartment building a block down from Central Park. But park it AT Central Park. Randy and John are to simply guard the van while Dean and Roman meet Declan. When they're ready to hand over the box, Randy is to bring them the hand truck to load the box into the truck. From there, just drive around for a while and make sure no one followed you, eventually stop for gas. Scan the box for tracking devices. Fill up the van and go back to the hotel. Transport the box into the armored truck. Xavier and Kofi are to take the van to the drop off zone and take a cab to the hotel. From there, every body into the truck. All 7 of you. Make it work. From there drive to the airport, load everything but the truck on CeKlino's plane and fly home. "

"When's this start?"

"Soon. Actually to further answer your question, Dean, about an hour. So you boys better get a move on."

"Yes sir, Punk."


DAY 1: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK

"Rome, this whole thing is kinda fucked up. I mean usually Punk comes up with the orders himself. This time CeKlino made them himself." Dean said, sweeping his blonde hair to the side. He was around 6'4 and muscular, dirty blonde hair and lightly tanned skin tone.

"Maybe this girl is special. Remember that time they got CeKlino's daughter and instead of waiting the usual five hours to start a mission he made us go straight away and make the plan ourselves? And we ended up shooting about 15 Lonnies within three minutes just to get her back?" Roman said, unpacking his suitcase. He was around 6'3 and muscular, long Samoan hair and a Samoan skin tone coated by tattoos.

"I feel like somethings gonna go wrong."

"Declan expects brutes. We give him brutes." Someone's phone went off. "It's Punk. 'Change of plans. Randy and John are on there way now. The rest of the boys will be there around midnight tonight this whole thing happens at noon tomorrow.'"

"What the fuck? Way to rush this one. So it's important. We know that much. Body armor under the suits?"

"It's like your stupid. Yes. Under the suits."

With in two hours, Randy and John had made their way into the room. Randy was 6'5 and very muscular, with a short buzz cut and tan skin that, like Roman, was coated with tattoos. John was 6'1 and incredibly muscular, with a short buzz cut and very light tanned skin.

"The others were on the plane with us so they should be back with the vans." Randy said, unpacking his suits.

"Why so early? They weren't supposed to be getting here until midnight. It's only like 12 am." Dean said, looking at his watch.

"Did you guys get Punk's second text? He moved it to 1 am tonight to draw less attention. And the truck comes on the plane with us." John said, showing them the text.

"What? Ok something's going on. Either CeKlino knows this girl...or...or...we're in some new deal with the Lonnies. Punk gave me the briefcase to give Declan. Should we open it?" Roman asked.

"I think we have to." Dean said. He took the briefcase out of the closet and opened it. The guys gathered around it with shocked faces.

"There's gotta be what...a pound of weed, pound of coke, and about 50k here. Punk usually has a no drug rule. It's usually all money. So yeah. Maybe CeKlino couldn't get the money this time. Maybe he had to make up for it." Randy said.

"That's ridiculous. CeKlino's a billionaire. I mean...he was out of town this week. Maybe he left the wrong amount. Or Rusev and his Lonnies just changed their demands."

"That's it! Somebody call Punk! I found three bags of ammo in the van that said just in case!" Kofi yelled, as he, Xavier, and E entered the room.

Dean face timed Punk and connected it to the TV. He picked up quickly.

"Punk man what's up? We got a few questions about this mission."

"About how CeKlino keeps making me rush it? Yeah here's the deal. I guess a few months ago his daughter was in New Jersey with her husband and found this chick giving out food to these homeless kids. Then we asked Declan who'd they deal out next they sent us her pic and Steph recognized her. She keeps making us speed it up. Not CeKlino."

"Can we see the pic?" Roman asked.

"Yeah I'll show you the one Steph took." He pulled a picture out of a file and held it up the camera. It was a beautiful woman of about 5'2. She looked about 28 years old. She had long black hair and was in great shape. "Boys, it's 12:10. Get a move on. Good luck." Punk hung up.


"You boys got the stuff?" Declan asked, arm on the large metal box. It was about 6 foot by 5 foot, made of pure soundproof metal. Every few inches along the top was a small hole covered in mesh to allow oxygen into the box.

"Yeah. Here." Roman said, handing over the briefcase. Declan checked it.

"Alright great. Here's your bitch." He said, taking the briefcase and getting in his truck and leaving.

Randy brought over the hand truck and loaded the box into the van. "Another change of plans. Kofi said they'd meet us at the drop off zone. Just drive there. He said there was a problem with the hotel."

"That's nice. Get in." Roman said. He drove. Dean was shotgun. John and Randy sat in the back to make sure no one followed. They went around the block a few times before stopping for gas. There were no special devices on the box. After a twenty minute drive, they reached the drop off zone across from the airport. They switched over the the armored box truck. They strapped the box into the back. John, Randy, Dean, and Roman sat along the benches in the back, while E drove while Kofi and Xavier sat next him on the three person seat. They used the special entrance to go on to the runway at the airport, where they quickly spotted CeKlino's plane. The ramp was down, so E drove the truck right onto it.

"You boys all set? Should only be an hour and a half flight." Said Murphy, the long appointed captain of CKS1.

"Yep. We landing at the airstrip?"

"As always. Have a nice flight." E rolled up the window and Murphy walked away towards the cockpit. Less than five minutes later, the ramp rose, and they took off.

E opened the small hatch connecting the cab and the back.

"You guys good?" He asked.

"All good back here."

"We had to meet at the zone earlier because a parking garage attendant kept asking why we had an armored vehicle in a cell."

"Just lie."

"I did. Three times. He came to our room. I eventually told him the best thing I could think of: I was transporting money to a bank after it arrived at the airport. He believed me."

After the flight had landed and Murphy put the ramp down, E drove them off the airstrip in the woods and down a mile of dirt road before turning into even thicker woods. He drove up a hill and over a con rate bridge over a creek and finally reached the giant series of houses. In the middle was the biggest. They backed the truck into the garage where they unloaded the box on a flatbed roller. Into the elevator it went. It arrived on the third floor and was wheeled to one of five hospital-like rooms. Here came damage control. Two doctors, Damien Sandow and Dolph Ziggler, rushed into the room. Dolph cut the chains to open the box, while Dean and Roman tore it open. Inside was a crying girl. The girl from the photo.

"Please...please don't hurt me..." She said in a cracking voice.

"Shhhh..." Randy said, as he and John carefully lifted her onto the bed. Dolph gave her oxygen and a very light sedative while Damien took her vitals.

"She's...in surprising good condition. They took care of her."

"Can I go now?" The girl asked, taking off the mask.

"Should we take her to see Punk?" Kofi asked.

"Yeah. But Vickie should come." E said.

"Xavier went to go get- here he is now. Hey Vickie." Kofi said, as Xavier entered the room with a woman, 5'4, with short spiky hair. She looked to be about 47.

"Who are you?" The girl asked.

"My name is Vickie Guerrero. I'm here to take care of you. First, I'm taking you to see Punk. No wait. To get some clothes. Follow me."

Vickie led the girl, who was just wearing undergarments, to an office.

"I'm not really a dress person." She said.

"Neither am I. Only wear them when I have to look nice." She opened a closet and pulled out an old pantsuit. "Here. This looks about your size." It was. She put it on and slowly followed Vickie up some stairs and into an office, where they met up with the guys and a man behind a desk.

"Introduce yourself, please." Punk said.

"I'm...uh...uh...AJ...Mendez." She said.

"Nice to meet you AJ. I'm Phil Brooks. Punk, for short. Gentleman and lady, have a seat. That's Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose, John Cena, Kofi Kingston, Xavier Woods, and E. Those are the guys I send on missions. And that's Vickie Guerrero. I don't know what she does. She doesn't actually have a position. She's just here. And we pay her. What DO you do, Vick?"

"I honestly don't know. For a while I was listed as HR but I didn't do anything so now I'm more or less a supervisor."

"Sounds legit. Welcome to the CeKlino Society. We are devoted to rescuing various types of unlawful prisoners from our enemies. For the past two years, we've been in function. The whole time, we've been under the command of Vincent K. McMahon, also known under code as CeKlino. I'm the acting in-house commander, also known as CKC3. CKC1 being McMahon, CKC2 being his family. Anyways. The whole time we've been in action, we've been against Alexander Rusev and the League of Nations, also known as the Lonnies. They pretty much own the sex-slave trade between Eastern Europe and America. You may have met the man who delivered you to our crew. His name is Declan Rodgers. His real name, however, is Daniel Bryan. Know who he is?"

"H-him? I-I dated him...when I was in college...he made me drop out. H-he stalked me. He's the one who kidnapped me...and took me to those foreign freaks. But the men who constantly raped me always wore masks...Daniel for that matter, wore a mask. He always told me his name was Declan, that Daniel was dead. Declan had a beard. He must have grown it before he started working for Rusev."

"Wow. Rusev has a strict policy. He only deals out slaves in June and December. And even then, it's only one slave per buyer. He doesn't know we've actually been letting his slaves free. Today is June 13th, by the way. You're different though. CeKlino's daughter Stephanie saw you doing a good deed once and thought you would help us. Will you?"

"Next December, we're rescuing my half-sister. Got it?"