Hours later, the sun rose up to start another new day. Randy and John was riding down the streets of New York to the hideout. John was very uncomfortable to ride on Randy's bike cause it was hard to hang on to him while his hands was cuffed together.

"You know, this is very hard for me to hang on like this" John said.

"Too bad. I don't trust you to uncuff you so deal with it" Randy spat coldly.

John sighed and gripped Randy's shirt tight. The fear of falling off while going in the speed Randy was doing sink-ed in John's head. "Would you mind telling me where we are going and why I'm being kidnapped?" John asked.

"You'll wait until we get there to find out'

"Does it really matter? I mean I'm going to be dead soon so why the fuck not tell me?"

Randy remained quiet. John sighed and fell into a deep thought. He was worried about Mickie. John took a deep breath. "You know, I wasn't this scared to die when I was in he military"

"You was in the military?" Randy asked

"Yep"

"What branch?"

"Marines. I was Captain. I loved serving my country and now look I'm being forced against my will and about to die. *sigh* I wish i could say goodbye to my wife" John said with a sad voice.

Randy started to think twice. John wasn't a bad guy at all. He risk his life for his country. Randy shook his head. This could be one of John's plan to make him look good so Randy could free him. Randy wasn't falling for it. "Well, life's a bitch. You can't always have it your way"

John growled low as he looked at the surroundings. The ride came to a end when they arrived to the hideout. Randy guided John through a warehouse. They walked deep into the warehouse until they reached the back. They walked up two flights of stairs and reached to a desk. Randy yanked onto John's arm making him stop at the desk. A man who was sitting there writing something down looks up and smiled at Randy.

"Randy my boy! Good to see you" Micheal Magilicutty smiled at Randy.

"Yeah. I brought the guy" Randy pushed John closer up. "Now where's my cut?"

"Now, now. No rushing." Micheal said. "Mr. Cena, I hope Randy here gave you some wonderful hospitality"

"Fuck you. I want to know why am I here?" John snapped.

"You'll see once he comes down"

"When who comes down?" John asked.

After he said that two bodyguards and a man walked down the steps and walked through the room where they was at. John locked his eyes at the man and gasps.

"Hello John.."

John growls. "Phil Brooks. I should had known you was behind this"

"Nice to see you again John" Phil smirked.

Randy had no idea what Phil was up to. Although, he didn't like where this was going. Randy glanced at John who looks like he was about to panic.

"So John, You know why I brought you here for right?" Phil asked.

"No but I have a pretty good idea on it" John gave Phil deadly glares.

"Well then no need to explain why you was forced here so I want you to tell me every military codes, plans, passwords...the works!" Phil said.

Randy eyes widen a bit. Phil kidnap a innocent man just to get military information? Randy knew right there that he did a huge mistake and John is innocent right down to his bones.

"Huph! I can't believe you actually thought I would tell you something so top secret that can jepordize this country. Ha! Fuck you Phil. I'm not telling you anything. So fuck off!" John said.

"Hey!" Micheal jumps out of his seat and walks around to get in John's face. "You don't talk to him like that! He said tell him everything so start talking" Micheal yell in John's face.

"I rather die and take everything I know to the grave with me then give it to this low life creep" John slowly said in Micheal's face with a icy cold glare.

Micheal chuckled and went back to his desk to sit back down. "Since you rather die then how about this, If you don't say anything then we will kill you"

"Like I said, you going have to kill me" John said.

"If we kill you then we won't get what we want. Look John, we both are honorable men.." Phil said.

"I can say that about myself but you..you're nothing but a coward" John looks at Phil. "You have to scoop so low just to get someone else to do your dirty work for you. You're scum and heartless. I will NEVER tell you anything. You can torture me or kill me..you'll never get anything out of me"

Micheal laughed again. "Sir, seriously why waste your time on him? He has a death wish and we should grant it. Randy, get rid of this piece of trash"

"Huh?" Randy was lost in his own thoughts about this. How did he get mixed up in this. He only kills the crooked men but kidnapping a innocent against his will, was lower than low to Randy. But Randy couldn't help that there's something about John that influence him. "What did you say?"

"I said kill him. He's no use to us" Micheal said.

"I don't kill innocent men" Randy shot back.

"What?"

"You heard me" Randy pulls out his gun. "I don't kill innocent men. I kill dirtbags like him" Randy points his gun at Phil.

Phil's bodyguards stood in front of Phil as Micheal stood up. "How dare you point your gun at him?"

Randy eyes locked on to Phil's as his gun still pointed at Phil. Micheal was furious. "RANDY! Drop your gun! Are you really going to define me boy!"

Randy smirked. "What if I am? What are you going to do about it?"

Micheal glared and reached in his desk and pulls out a gun and points it at Randy. "You should burn in hell!"

"LOOK OUT!" John screamed.

John pushed Randy out the way when Micheal pulled the trigger. Randy fell and turned around and shot Micheal in his shoulder. Micheal screamed and fell on his chair. Before the guards pulled out their guns, Randy quickly shot them in their knees. The guards fell. John and Randy ran downstairs and hid behind some crates. Randy looks at John and John looks back at Randy.

"...thanks" Randy said.

John nodded. "You're welcome"

More guards came down and Phil ran upstairs. They shot all downstairs. The employees scattered away. John and Randy dunked down to avoid getting shot. Randy reached in his pocket and pulled ou the cuffs keys and took off John's cuffs. John was confused on why Randy released him.

"But...I thought"

"No time to explain" Randy took hold of John's hand. "Lets get out of here"

John nodded. John and Randy made their way through the warehouse and still stood low from the flying bullets. The guards was firing their rounds with Micheal screaming at them and holding his shoulder. "KILL THEM! KILL THEM! DON"T LET THEM GET AWAY!"

They did what they was told. Randy stop to shoot a couple of rounds back at them and takes John's hand to continue to move. They did that for a while. Returned fire while ducking. But one of the guards got Randy in his arm good. "AAAAHHHH!" Randy falls back.

"RANDY!" John suddenly got worried and runs up to Randy and kneels down next to him. "Are you ok?" John seen Randy arm bleeding badly. Again some reason John got mad. He took the gun and shot wildly. He managed to kill 3 guards. Micheal dunked under his desk. John kept firing until he heard Randy groaned in pain. John turned his attention back to Randy. "Lets go!" john wrapped Randy's right arm around his neck and lifted him up. He helped Randy out the warehouse while avoiding the bullets.

"FUCK! Randy is a fucking dead man!" Micheal snapped.

John sat Randy on the back of his bike then John sat up front. Randy was in pain and Randy yelped. John suddenly got concerned. He has to get Randy to the hospital so he drove Randy's bike. They was zooming down the streets of NY. John desperatly have to get Randy to the hospital.

"Randy, We need to take you to the hospital" John said with consern in his voice.

"No..." A weak voiced Randy said.

"But Randy..you're bleeding badly. I have to take.."

"I said no...just drive down this street" Randy weakly points to.

John sighed and turned down a street which leaded to a ally.

"...stop...stop" Randy said weakly.

John stops and stand the motorcycle on its kick stand. John gets off the bike and turn to Randy who was pointing his gun at John.

John gulps. "W..what are you doing?"

"I saved you and you saved me. We're even...so you're free to go" Randy said.

"But...but your arm. You should let me help you" John said.

"I don't need your damn help. You can leave"

"But..."

"I swear to god I would kill you right now if you don't leave" Randy warned John.

John sighed. He slowly turned around and started to walk away slowly. Randy drop his arm and try to drive away. The pain shot up in randy's arm causing Randy to yelp in pain and Randy with the bike fell on the ground. John runs back to randy and helped him up. "You should really let me help you. You're too wounded to do it alone. Please let me help you" John said sounded desperate. For some reason he wanted to help Randy and make him better. Randy slowly nodded in defeat. He was too hurt to fight back and he knew it. John stood the bike up and sat Randy up before John got back on the bike himself. John made sure Randy was ok as he took off.

"Where do you want to go since you're too damn stubborn to go to the doctors?" John asked.

"To...To my mom's house..." Randy said weakly.

'How do you get to your mom's house? Where do she live?"

"343 Park Ave..."

"Manhatten..I know where that's at."

John zoomed down the street. Randy had a hard time hanging on so he weakly and slowly wrapped his arms around John's waist. Its send chills down John's spine when randy held on to him. John glanced behind him and seen Randy who's so weak, laid his head on John's shoulder and hanging on John for dear life. John smirked and drove down the street towards the city.