The Undertaker tore the hall where he had seen the man disappear, and realized that the man has smashed through the walls to the other side of the building. Without hesitation, 'Taker followed the man's destructive path, all the while trying to come up with a way to take down the man who didn't seem to feel any pain. As he neared his target, he could hear the sounds of the man smashing his way through more walls. The Undertaker turned another corner, and there he was, oblivious to 'Taker as he tried to get his captive off-site. The Undertaker charged the man, jumped on his back, grabbed his head, and, using all the strength he could muster, pulled his head back and slammed the man headfirst to the ground. In his shock, he released the doctor. The Undertaker grabbed Dr. Pritchard and took off running, not even bothering to look back. The man in the suit began to recover, and gave chase. The Undertaker could hear the man after him, even over Pritchard's wails of terror, and tried to remember the way he had come in. He could hear the man gaining on him as he navigated the base. The man was still coming, and getting closer. Suddenly, just as the man was about to reach him, the Undertaker stopped suddenly and dodge-rolled to the ground. The man did not see this coming, and was helpless to stop his momentum as he crashed into the wall and went flying to the outside. He made no sound as he headed to the ground, and soon, 'Taker could hear the dull thud as he hit. Taking a second to breathe an uncharacteristic sigh of relief, he picked up Dr. Pritchard again, who by now had passed out, and headed back towards his entry point.

After what seemed like an hour, the firefight had finally taken a turn for the better for the WWE team outside. Where once the guards had seemed endless, it looked they had finally began to retreat. "Press on!" yelled Captain Angle, not wanting to lose the advantage that had taken the team so long to regain. The WWE team moved from their cover, and advanced on the remaining guards. Now realizing that they were fighting a losing battle, many of the guards dropped their guns and began to retreat, while others just surrendered. The few who decided to keep fighting were quickly shown the fallacy of their decision, courtesy of a barrage of bullets. Seeing that they had finally won the battle, Angle ordered the team to stand down. No sooner was the order out of his mouth when a huge thud shook the landscape. "What the hell was that?" asked Trish, but no one was able to give her an answer. Then, a crackled came over the team comm-units. "Say again?" asked Captain Angle, tapping his radio. The Undertaker's distinctive voice carried through a sea of static. "Mission… accomplished… Have… doctor… meet… at transport…" Angle didn't waste any time. "Back to the truck!" he called out, and the team began its own retreat. Trish, however, was hesitant to leave until she was sure that the Undertaker was alright. All of a sudden, a loud crash sounded above her, and then the Undertaker dropped to the ground, Dr. Pritchard on his shoulder. "What was that all about?" Trish asked. The Undertaker shrugged. "Took too long to find my way out. Decided to take a shortcut" he replied. "Come on, then" Trish said, smiling. "We're going."

The Undertaker and Trish made it back to the truck a minute or two after the rest of the team, where Angle was waiting impatiently. "What took you?" he demanded. "We almost had to…" The Undertaker held up his hand to cut Angle off. He was in no mood for his lectures. "Hey, Show" he motioned to the lumbering giant, and tossed Dr. Pritchard to him. "You hold this." The team quickly piled into the truck, and began their drive back to the airfield where their jet sat waiting.

Back at the base, the landscape was silent, save for the wind, and a few of the soldiers who were trying to determine who was going to take the blame for this disaster. Suddenly, an area of the snow lurched upward, and the man in the suit emerged, a look of pure rage on his face. The guards stopped their squabbling, and shrank back, not one of them daring to spear. The man ignored them as he took out a cell phone. After checking to see that it was undamaged, he hit a number on the speed dial. After a few seconds, there was a reply. The man hesitated before saying "We have a problem. I lost the doctor." There was an audible sound at the other end of the lone, and whoever it was was clearly displeased. The man took the vocal backlash without protest, then stated "Yes, sir. I'm on my way back now", and hung up the phone. Still ignoring the guards, he turned, and made his way back to the building, where his transport awaited.