Chapter 2- the pick up

They waited the next day outside of the hotel room at four am. Taker was just about dead on his feet. "Damn I only got two hours worth of sleep…" he yawned aloud. "Can't they do their damn tests in the afternoon or something?" he asked.

Most of the men agreed, however they woke quickly once they saw the large cars pulling up before them. Matt noticed one thing that stood out… none of them had plates! "Where are the license plates?" he asked aloud.

"Probably so the fans don't follow us" growled Orton as he climbed into the first one, Edge and Batista followed. Taker took a car with Kane and Triple H. Matt, Jeff and Punk were taken in the other. The three men sat in silence. Kane tried to talk to the driver to understand where they were going, yet… he was startled as a thick glass began to cut him off from the driver.

Hunter and Taker sat worried. "That… doesn't seem right" muttered Triple H. A leek was heard… a sound of a pipe with gas filled the car… and then a green smoke. Taker tried to bust the window down, they needed to get the hell out! Yet the glass was stronger than it appeared. Hunter crashed to the ground as Kane and Taker passed out in the back…

An odd yet settled noise began to bring Triple H out of the deep sleep. Hunter was startling when he heard the sound of a vital machine, slowly he opened his eyes, he could move his head about freely, yet the rest of him… was strapped down! Trying to move Hunter summoned all his strength yet found himself unable to break the bindings. "WHAT THE HELL!" he screamed seeing if anyone would hear him. He then noticed it in his left arm… the IV drip… slowly he looked upward and saw a strange concoction dripping into his body! "STOP THIS STOP THIS NOW!" Hunter screamed. A metal door opened, unable to turn his head any farther. Triple H waited as a doctor in full scrubs came from behind him.

Using a flashlight, he check his eyes and then the charts at the front of the table Hunter laid on. "What are you doing to me? Where are my friends!" he demanded of the strange doctor.

"We are unable to tell you, presidential orders and also for the safety against terrorists"

"What the hell does that have to do with anything? I am not a lab rat!"

"You are now…"

"Wait until I get out of here…" Hunter hissed as he tried again to break his binds; however a gas mask came over him, forcing him to breathe in the narcotic air… Triple H's eyes grew heavy as he passed out.

The doctor made a few more notes before he twisted the IV to allow the chemical to drip more and more into Hunter's body. He left the room and went into the master control.

Doctors were observing the vital signs of the superstars while watching them from the surveillance camera. "You do realize if this works, we will be heroes!" one doctor announced. "Super soldiers that can defend freedom and every American will no longer be powerless!"

"Every American will become a soldier you mean" corrected another doctor. "But we need to perfect this first, I am rather surprised none of them had perished like the last ones…"

"There is a reason why we chose wrestlers. They have a slightly higher endurance for pain, not to mention their bodies had been beaten, making the chemical all the more easier to seep into their flesh and bone! Each has a different size of body… so different volumes of chemical are needed… I am curious as to what comes out of it!" grinned the head doctor. "Increase the drips, I want to see results damn it!" he ordered.

The doctors began to increase the chemical flow; one noticed instantly the vitals changing of Randy Orton. "I am going to see about this one, his brain patterns have just changed dramatically!"

They rushed out to investigate the changes… not knowing they were falling into a trap.

The doctor rushed into Orton's room and checked the IV his vitals were starting to change drastically yet his brain patterns were shooting off the scale, he figured since Orton had been gassed, he would be ok to study without the restraints. The leather straps came undone around his torso, arms and legs; he just reached for Randy's arm to check his pulse when he was stuck by a right fist! Randy snapped out of it and just began to beat the doctor. "Use me as a lab rat huh!" he demanded. Ripping the IV out, Orton felt his head swimming. Something was wrong, but he knew the others were in the building.

Taking hold of the monitor he ripped it open and began to fiddle with the wires, he didn't know for certain what he was doing, yet he took the electrodes hooked to his chest off and placed them on the temple of his head. He focuses setting the computer off and crashing the whole system. "Damn, what the hell did I just do?" he asked himself. The power blew, every light was out. Orton knew he had to get to the others before it was too late…