John Cena could practically hear Shawn Michaels' voice in his ears, bitching at him for being late to today's briefing. Shawn was his friend and all, but he was not the type to let you forget if you slipped into the conference room a few minutes late.

John rounded the corner of the busy city street and stepped through the front doors of what appeared to be just another office building. Once inside, he carefully glanced over his shoulder. He took out an ID card and slid it into a slot near the titanium door's handle. When the ID was verified, John placed his right hand into a panel next to the door, which scanned his fingerprints. After a few seconds, his information popped up on a small screen next to the panel that took his prints.

John Felix Anthony Cena

Codename: The Champ

John smiled and said to himself, "That sounds about right." He briskly walked into the door as it opened.

"Running late again?" asked a voice. John turned around to see that the voice belonged to the man he considered his best friend, Randy Orton, codenamed Viper.

"I can't possibly be any later than you," shot John.

Randy smiled, figuring if he would endure anyone's shit-talking, it should be John's. The two of them had been recruited to Sector 6 at the same time. Sector 6 was the most elite of the elite when it came to government agencies. Men who made it in were masters at any task thrust in front of them; they had aim like marksmen, the hand-to-hand combat skills of Marines, they were handy with blades, the tech skills of experienced hackers and were masters of disguise. What they did went beyond merely being spies or government operatives or even, according to some, assassins; they were like superheroes without the powers and ugly ass costumes.

With Shawn's back turned, John and Randy slipped into the conference room and took seats at the long table next to three other men. A blonde man with tattoos who wore sunglasses despite the darkness nudged Randy.

"Shawn's gonna kill you guys this time," he said.

Randy smiled. "Nah, he loves us too much. Besides, he never gives us our assignments until halfway through the briefing anyway."

"Right," the man, Adam Copeland, codenamed Edge, replied. A native of Toronto, Adam had spent his childhood fighting on the ice as a star hockey player. That being said, he had a quick temper and an even quicker left hook. However, Adam was pretty good at keeping himself in check on assignments. Edge's therapy was his role as Sector 6's resident demolitions expert. He was the McGyver of explosives, and the guys in Sector 6 joked that he could make a bomb out of a pen and paper and a trip wire out of yarn.

To the right of Randy sat John. A man with long dirty blonde hair and a gruff voice nudged him. "Late again, Champ?"

"What else is new?" John asked.

"Most of the shit HBK's shown us in the last few minutes," the man joked, "but like I said, you didn't know that, 'cause you're late." Hunter Helmsley, codenamed Triple H, laughed. One of the veterans of Sector 6, he was second-in-command. A funny guy with some asshole tendencies, Hunter hailed from Greenwich, Connecticut. He had a reputation as having the demeanor of a bounty hunter. Anybody who had the bad luck of becoming Hunter's next assignment was certain to be caught...or killed. This amazing track record helped him to rise in the ranks fairly quickly and he was now his best friend's right hand man.

John shrugged. "As long as I get my assignment, I'm straight."

"Fingers crossed that part comes up soon," said a Southern-accented voice from behind them. John turned to see that the voice belonged to Ted DiBiase, the latest addition to Sector 6. His privileged upbringing had earned him the codename Bank, and the guy had plenty of it. Dripping in Versace or not, through, the guys quickly learned to give Ted his props. An expert locksmith, he was probably capable of breaking into the Pentagon undetected.

"I'm with you on that," replied John.

Shawn ended the power point and turned the lights on. "Look who decided to join us," he said, gesturing to John and Randy.

"Fashionably late, as always," said Randy.

Rolling his eyes, the leader of Sector 6, Shawn Michaels, codenamed HBK, slid five manila folders to his colleagues and kept one for himself. "Our latest assignment, gentlemen," Shawn announced.

"Who's the unlucky bastard this time?" asked Hunter.

"Bastards is more like it," Shawn replied, flipping open his folder. The other five followed suit. Shawn pulled two pictures out of his folder. "These are David Hart Smith and Tyson Kidd, two con men from Calgary. For years, they've been setting up small businesses both here in the States and in Canada and swindling people out of their money. Unfortunately, the fuckers are filthy rich and paid lawyers that made sure none of the charges would stick."

"Who contracted us?" Randy asked.

Shawn flipped through some more papers. "Looks like it was Smith's uncle, Bret Hart. He's a businessman from Calgary. I guess he was among the unlucky people Smith and Kidd conned. He attached a red notice." Shawn gritted his teeth.

John rubbed his hands together. "Aww, yeah."

"Red notice" in Sector 6 meant that the target was to be killed upon the mission's completion.

"Now that's what you call a dysfunctional family," said Hunter.

Shawn laughed. "Anyway, we infiltrate tonight, during a fundraiser they'll be hosting for one of their fake businesses tonight in Vancouver. Your fake identification has already been supplied and your covers are those of hired muscle working security for the event. What we've been enlisted to do, exactly, is hack into their computer system and retrieve the intel necessary for Hart to get his money back. And, of course, take Smith and Kidd out. Any questions?"

The other five all shook their heads.

"Good," replied Shawn, "then I'll see you guys at the landing strip in one hour; not an hour and ten minutes, not an hour and a half, one hour." He cast searing, but friendly, looks at John and Randy.

"Aye aye, Captain," joked John.

A/N: I began this story on an impulse, so...I hope it's good so far! I've been so bogged down with school and family vacations that I haven't had time to update "Love's Worth Wrestling For", "Family Ties", and "Dead and Buried" recently. But don't worry, they're coming this week, I promise! Anyway, R&R!:D