The Undertaker and Trish sprinted down the hallway towards the room, pushing through WWE staffers on their way to the War Room. As soon as they got there, they could see the rest of the team assembling. Each of them looked as if they had been in the middle of something when the alarm went off. Even the Big Show had a half-eaten sandwich in his mouth.

Flair walked in and pressed a button to shut off the alarm as soon as he saw that the entire team was assembled.

"We have a situation" he announced. "We have reports coming in that a team of gunmen are hitting a train somewhere outside the city. They now have control of the train, and are attempting to steal about twelve barrels of who-knows-what. They are heavily armed, and we have reason to believe that they have more super-humans on their payroll."

"So what's the plan then?" asked Chris Jericho.

"You, Stratus, and 'Taker are going after the train. I want you to liberate the hostages, and make sure that none of that material makes it into their hands. I'm going to keep the rest of the team on standby in case things go south. While you're at it, see if you can get any information on who they are and what they want. I have reason to believe that this is tied to the operation we encountered earlier. Keep your guard up, and be careful. Dismissed."

The team scrambled to change into their battle gear as Flair turned and left.


Several miles outside of New York…

Metro 155 headed towards New Jersey as normal, but all was not well aboard the train. In the very last car, 25 people were huddled in the middle of the train car, surrounded by heavily-armored masked gunmen. In the second to last car, more gunmen were unloading metal canisters onto a truck that was speeding alongside the tracks, keeping up with the train.

In the first car, Edge was holding a gun to the conductor's head, barking instructions at him as the man was trying his hardest not to panic.

As the masked men outside were loading the canisters, one of them looked up, and noticed a grey Jeep Scrambler headed towards them. The man alerted his comrades, and they opened fire.

***

"Shit!" Jericho swore, as the Undertaker swerved the Jeep in order to avoid the incoming fire.

"We have to go now" he said, as he swerved back toward the train. At his word, Trish leaned out of the backseat, aiming a grabbling hook at the top of the train. She launched the hook, which clipped to the roof of the train.

"Jericho, take the wheel!" the Undertaker ordered, as he climbed aboard the roof of the car. He had managed to steer the car where the gunmen couldn't see, and now was the time to go, while the gunners were trying to reposition themselves.

Jericho took the wheel and sped forward, pulling the grappling line taut while the Undertaker scrambled up towards the train. Keeping his balance the whole way, the Undertaker pulled one of his swords and leapt onto the train, jumping on two of the closest gunmen and knocking them off the train. As the other gunners heard the commotion, they turned to open fire, but the Undertaker was too fast for them. He engaged the gunmen, making sure to keep them occupied with him and giving Trish enough time to make her way to the train.

Jericho swerved the car outward again, no longer concerned about getting shot at, as Trish waited for the line to go straight again before making her way up the cable and onto the train. She crept up onto the roof, keeping out of sight of the gunmen who were still occupied with the Undertaker. She pulled her gun and took down two more of the gunmen. Now they were aware that there was another hostile on the train. Trish sprinted towards the gunmen, cart-wheeling until she was in their midst alongside the Undertaker.

The gunners were now forced to engage in hand-to-hand combat, as being in such close quarters made gunplay a bad idea. The gunmen attacked, and 'Taker and Trish fought back.

***

Jericho had managed to unhook the grappled line, then steer the Jeep toward the back train car, where the Undertaker had predicted the hostages were being kept. He then opened the Jeep door, climbed onto the roof, and leapt from the Jeep onto the back of the train. He snuck aboard, and peeked in the window. The gunmen surrounding the hostages did not appear to be aware of the fight on the roof. So far, it seemed that Trish and 'Taker had been able to keep any of the guards from alerting the others on the other parts of the train. Either way, Jericho still had to distract the guards from the hostages. Using the butt of his gun, he smashed the window of the train door, then leapt onto the ladder next to it, as he waited for someone to check it out. The door opened, and one of the gunmen stepped out. Jericho grabbed his helmet, slammed his head against the metal door, then grabbed his gun from him as the guard slumped over and fell from the train. Jericho jumped off the ladder, then headed into the car, keeping the gun up.

"Alright, assclowns, drop the guns!" he yelled.

*****

The Undertaker and Trish had managed to incapacitate the gunmen on the roof, and then made their way down the ladder to the car door. They would need to make their way to the front of the train, keeping an eye out for any guard who might tip off the others.

The Undertaker opened the car door, and made his way in. Nothing in here but empty seats. He and Trish quickly hurried to the next car. They needed to get to the front of the train fast, otherwise all the canisters would be loaded, and then the hostiles would leave with what they came for. 'Taker and Trish made their way car by car, taking out any guards that they came across, if any.

By the time they had reached the third car from the front, they had encountered little resistance. The Undertaker opened the door, expecting to see either more empty seats or a lone guard with a gun. He was not expecting to see the bull elephant of a man standing in front of him.

"Mornin', folks" the man said in a deep voice. He was shorter than the Undertaker, but he was very muscular.

"Who the hell are you?" the Undertaker asked.

"The name's Mark Henry" the man said. "And I'm about to make you my bitch."

The Undertaker smirked.

"Eloquent" he said. Then he turned to Trish. "Trish, get to the next car. Stop them from getting those barrels. I'll handle this."

Trish opened her mouth to protest, but the Undertaker held up a hand to stop her.

"Go" he said.

Trish headed back out and climbed up the ladder to access the roof.

The Undertaker kept his eyes on Mark Henry the entire time, who did not move from the spot he was standing.

"Alright, let's get this over with" the Undertaker said, and then he rush Mark Henry.

TBC…