"I still don't see why *we* have to come check on the damn driver..."
Rock turned to Triple H who, the minute he turned around to answer his question, flashed the flash light on his face; making Rock put his hand up to block it. "Because the other passengers are starting to panic, and we need to check this out, you genious... Who knows, maybe the driver is hurt or-"
"And what are you?" Triple H smirked as they walked. "A doctor?"
"No, you idiot, but we have to get out of here."
Triple H nodded, looking around. "You've got that right. It's bad enough being here, let alone being stuck with the likes of *you*..."
"Would you stop whining? Damn, it's no picnic for The Rock either, jabroni...."
The rest of the walk was in silence as they examined what they were surrounded by. Luggage was open, clothes and papers thrown all over the place from the crash. Since all of the people had gone to a different car to help each other, no more passengers were there. Blood was starting to dry in some seats and on the floor. As for the two wrestlers, Triple H's hand was bandaged with his ripped shirt from, what he predicted to be, just a sprained wrist. Rock, on the other hand, had a gash on the side of his forehead that had a mind of its own when it came to bleeding. It'd be fine for a while, then suddenly it'd start bleeding nonstop. Why this was, he had no idea and wasn't sure if it was normal or not.
Just as they walked nearer to the door to get to the driver, some talking was hearad and the click of a gun that was being prepared for something made the two wreslters stop to eavesdrop. A loud and gruff voice was heard after some laughter. "Can you believe how easy this whole thing was? The passengers probably didn't realize the loot they were traveling with, huh?"
Another voice, a bit raspy, was heard this time to answer. "Good thing they didn't, too! They'd probably take *our* money. So, looking through the passengers list, any important people we could use?"
Rock and Triple H turned to look at each other, unsure of what they should do. There was no way out, that they knew since the doors were jammed in together, but... Before they answered, they heard a chair fall as someone stood too quickly, which made them jump back from the door at the same time. Could it be...?
"Oh, crap! Hey, Ray, look at this! Paul Levesque and Dwayne Johnson are here!"
There was a silence before the other man, Ray, talked. "Who the hell-"
"How in the hell can you not know who they are!? Triple H and The Rock, you moron! From the WWF...!!"
The two wrestlers turned to each other, their eyes wide and mouthing at the same time; "Shit...!"
Rock turned to Triple H who, the minute he turned around to answer his question, flashed the flash light on his face; making Rock put his hand up to block it. "Because the other passengers are starting to panic, and we need to check this out, you genious... Who knows, maybe the driver is hurt or-"
"And what are you?" Triple H smirked as they walked. "A doctor?"
"No, you idiot, but we have to get out of here."
Triple H nodded, looking around. "You've got that right. It's bad enough being here, let alone being stuck with the likes of *you*..."
"Would you stop whining? Damn, it's no picnic for The Rock either, jabroni...."
The rest of the walk was in silence as they examined what they were surrounded by. Luggage was open, clothes and papers thrown all over the place from the crash. Since all of the people had gone to a different car to help each other, no more passengers were there. Blood was starting to dry in some seats and on the floor. As for the two wrestlers, Triple H's hand was bandaged with his ripped shirt from, what he predicted to be, just a sprained wrist. Rock, on the other hand, had a gash on the side of his forehead that had a mind of its own when it came to bleeding. It'd be fine for a while, then suddenly it'd start bleeding nonstop. Why this was, he had no idea and wasn't sure if it was normal or not.
Just as they walked nearer to the door to get to the driver, some talking was hearad and the click of a gun that was being prepared for something made the two wreslters stop to eavesdrop. A loud and gruff voice was heard after some laughter. "Can you believe how easy this whole thing was? The passengers probably didn't realize the loot they were traveling with, huh?"
Another voice, a bit raspy, was heard this time to answer. "Good thing they didn't, too! They'd probably take *our* money. So, looking through the passengers list, any important people we could use?"
Rock and Triple H turned to look at each other, unsure of what they should do. There was no way out, that they knew since the doors were jammed in together, but... Before they answered, they heard a chair fall as someone stood too quickly, which made them jump back from the door at the same time. Could it be...?
"Oh, crap! Hey, Ray, look at this! Paul Levesque and Dwayne Johnson are here!"
There was a silence before the other man, Ray, talked. "Who the hell-"
"How in the hell can you not know who they are!? Triple H and The Rock, you moron! From the WWF...!!"
The two wrestlers turned to each other, their eyes wide and mouthing at the same time; "Shit...!"