Chris Jericho had managed to take down most of the gunmen in the last car, and by them, the others had surrendered. He marched the gunmen into the next car and locked them down, before calling in a transport to take the hostages out of the area. After checking to make sure all the hostages were secure, he made his way to the roof of the train car, and then headed to the front of the train to join the others.

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Trish Stratus had reached the car where the canisters were being kept, and she could see the armed men unloading them onto the truck that had been keeping pace on the other side of the train, So far, it looked as though they had managed to unload five barrels, and were working on getting the sixth onto the truck, using a tarp that resembled a stretcher.

Then Trish noticed something else. There was a strange short man supervising them. He had long disheveled hair and wore a leather mask, as well as a torn collared shirt with a tie that looked as though it had seen better days. She didn't know who this man was, but she knew she needed to take care and stay away from him. There was no telling what he was capable of.

Trish crept across the roof of the train car, keeping out of sight of the gunmen, until she could get a good view of the driver of the truck. She pulled her gun, took aim, and pulled the trigger.

BLAM!

The truck veered violently away from the train, almost rolling down the hill as one of the tires gave out. The tarp tore in half as the runaway truck wrenched it away, and the sixth barrel was knocked off the train. Using the distraction to her advantage, Trish took down two of the gunmen with clean shots, but by the time she was taking aim at a third, the rest of the hostiles had noticed her position.

The man in the mask, however, did not appear to notice her, as he was more concerned about the truck that was running out of control with their prize. He jumped off the train car and barely managed to grab the door of the truck. He yanked out the panicking driver and threw him from the truck, before getting in himself and attempting to steer the truck back on course with the train.

Trish had managed to roll out of sight of the gunners as they opened fire, and was now back outside the train, crouched near the door and waiting for an opening. She had managed to stop them from getting the canisters for now, but she still needed to retrieve the others that the gunmen already had, and to do that, she needed to get that truck.

ELSEWHERE…

The Undertaker wasn't one to be impressed easily. Throughout the years that he had been alive, he had pretty much seen and done it all. However, the strength of Mark Henry had thrown him for a loop. Henry was able to rip out train seats with ease, and was able to tear off the doors of the overhead compartments without even so much as breaking a sweat, all of which he was able to use as a weapon.

As the Undertaker dodged yet another projectile, he tried to come up with a plan. So far, mark Henry had been playing keep-away, using various items on the train to keep the Undertaker at bay, and on the few occasions that the Undertaker had managed to get close to him, his punches had proven completely ineffective.

'Taker knew what Henry was doing, of course. He was trying to keep the Undertaker away from the car with the canisters, trying to distract him until the men could finish their task. Which meant that the Undertaker was running out of time, and he needed to finish this now. The Undertaker dodged another door Henry flung at him, then took a running start and smashed through one of the windows of the car. Hanging on to the roof, 'Taker tried to climb onto the top of the train. As he was climbing, he could see Jericho sprinting towards the front of the train.

Suddenly, he felt someone grab onto his leg and pull. The strength of Mark Henry nearly ripped the Undertaker from the train, but he managed to hang on to the window sill. He kicked at Mark Henry's face, but the strongman refused to let go, attempting to pull the Undertaker back into the train. 'Taker then threw a kick at the very bridge of Mark Henry's nose.

He heard a snap, and Henry finally let go, stepping back and holding his now-broken nose while screaming out in pain. The Undertaker made his way back onto the roof of the train and started to move forward, but just as he jumped the space between this car and the next one, the door of the car went flying open, and Mark Henry charged out. He was now pure rage incarnate, out of control and focusing only on the Undertaker. He made his way up the ladder of the car faster than the Undertaker thought him capable, and charged him. 'Taker barely managed to roll out of the way as Henry came flying at him.

Knowing he'd missed his target, Henry managed to stop himself before he went flying off the train. He turned around to take another run, but was greeted with the Undertaker's fist in his face, slamming the bridge of his broken nose again. Henry screeched again, then lashed out in a blind rage, trying to hit anything but still unable to see through the pain. The Undertaker was easily able to dodge Henry's blind punches, then threw another kick to the back of his knee, taking him down. With Henry on the ground, the Undertaker managed to lock his arm around Henry's bull neck, and clamped his arm down, trying to cut off Henry's oxygen as the strongman continued to struggle. But he was in too much pain, which was already affecting his brain, and it was only a matter of time before the lack of oxygen to his brain caused him to pass out.

The Undertaker held on for a while longer, making sure that Mark Henry was completely out before releasing his hold. Throwing Henry over his shoulder, the Undertaker continued on his way towards the front of the car.

ELSEWHERE…

Jericho had reached the car where Trish was still perched. She was still in a shootout with the men in the car, trying to pick them off while they strafed her with their assault rifles.

"Hey, what's going on?" asked Jericho as he took a position on the opposite end of the door.

"They've got five of the barrels already. They're on that truck, and I can't get past these guys. Their weapons are too good" Trish replied.

Jericho unclipped a flash grenade from his belt and pulled the pin. He tossed the grenade in, then he and Trish averted their eyes as the flash went off. The minute the shooting stopped, Trish and Jericho made their move.

They rushed into the train and shot down the blinded gunmen. After making sure there was no one else in the train, Jericho grabbed one of their assault rifles.

"We need to stop this train" he said.

"What about the truck?" Trish asked.

Jericho shook his head.

"The truck is gone" he said. "I didn't see it when I got here, so I think they got out of Dodge. Right now, we need stop this train."

Trish nodded, and they both made their way to the first car.

ELSEWHERE…

Edge kept his gun trained on the conductor's head as he looked at his radio with concern. It had been a few minutes since he had gotten the message that there were intruders on the train. Now there was only silence. He barked into the radio, demanding an update, but he received no reply.

Just then, there was a noise outside the door, as if someone has just stepped onto the platform around the door.

Edge pointed at the conductor and said "You move, I shoot. Got it?"

The conductor nodded, the fear apparent on his face.

Edge aimed the gun at the door, silently daring anyone to come in. Suddenly, something large crashed into the train car and slammed into Edge. He lost his grip on the gun as the "thing" landed on him. He struggled, but was helpless to move the object, which, now that he could see, it appeared to be the unconscious body of Mark Henry. Edge heard footsteps and looked up, just in time to see Jericho and Trish enter the train car. Trish ordered the conductor to stop the train and get on the radio to alert the station as to what had happened.

Jericho went over and pulled Edge out from under Mark Henry, as the Undertaker entered the car as well.

"Where's the truck?" asked the Undertaker.

Jericho shrugged.

"I think we lost it" he replied.

The Undertaker slammed his fist into the wall and silently swore.

"Relax" Jericho said, as he turned Edge over and began to cuff him. "We stopped them from getting all of the material."

The Undertaker shook his head. "They got some, and for all we know, they got enough. Trish, call Lita and tell her to get to our location. We need to get out…"

BLAM!

The Undertaker was interrupted by the sound of a gun going off, and, before he could react, he saw the conductor slump over, a red spot spreading over his heart.

He turned back to see Edge clocking Jericho with the butt of the gun, then knocked him over, pushed past 'Taker, and leapt out the window. The Undertaker tried to follow, but Trish called out to him. They needed to get the conductor medical attention immediately, so Edge was going to have to take a backseat.

The Undertaker punched the wall again, and then went back to the conductor.

He didn't like the idea of letting Edge go, even if he most likely killed himself. But they did have Mark Henry to question, and Lita was on her way. If they could keep the conductor alive for a few more minutes, they could get him to a hospital.

And then they could figure out what was in those canisters, and what these people wanted them for.

ELSEWHERE…

Edge rolled down the hill and came to a stop.

His arm was now broken, and he was in a lot of pain, but he had gotten away. As he started to walk, he heard the truck pulling up behind him.

"Where were you?" he asked the masked man in the truck.

The man mumbled something that Edge couldn't quite make out, then motioned for him to get in.

Edge climbed onto the truck and got in, noticing in the rear view mirror that the man had taken the time to retrieve the sixth canister.

"Nice going, Foley" said Edge, pointing to the canisters in the back.

The man mumbled something else that sounded sort of like "thank you", then gunned the truck as they drove off.

Edge groaned as he continued to hold his arm in place. He was not looking forward to telling the boss what had happened here.