Chapter 10: Danger Approaches

"I just got a text from Cody," said Ted as he walked into the living room, his eyes paying more attention to his phone than anything else that was around him. "He hasn't seen any strange activity during his rounds so far, but he'll still keep a look out for anything that may come up."

"Good . . ." said Randy as he continued to look out the living room window. "Text him back. Tell him he can come back in within the next half hour . . . Hopefully, nothing out of the ordinary appears tonight. The voice over the phone was enough for one day."

"You can say that again," Ted said in complete agreement as he dropped himself onto the couch like he was a sack of old potatoes. "The guy on the phone . . . he sounded like one big son of a bitch don't you think? He didn't sound fazed at all . . . 'Confident' my ass . . ."

"I can't help but agree with you on that one Ted," Randy said as he brushed a hand along his recently shaven scalp. "No one can sound that confident unless they have something planned. We just need to figure out what it is."

"And how long we'll have until they put their plan into action, well, unless they've put it into action already . . ."

At the sudden sound of Amanda's voice, the two vampires turned their heads to see the tall, curly haired female standing in the middle of the doorway. She was dressed in a red St. Louis Cardinals jersey and black basketball shorts and had a sleepy expression on her face, but her eyes still looked very aware of her surroundings as she stepped into the room.

"Shouldn't you be getting some sleep Ms. Model?" Ted asked with a smirk as Amanda walked over to the couch and sat right next to him. "It's important for someone like you to get your beauty rest right? Got to keep those model looks of yours at tip top shape and all . . ."

"That's true, but how can I rest when I know that someone out there is after me?" Amanda mumbled as a small yawn escaped past her lips. "Besides, I don't think I'm going to get a good night's sleep tonight anyway . . ."

"I could tell from hearing you restlessly move about on your bed and mumbling in your sleep upstairs," Randy chided as he looked at her with the smallest of smirks on his face. "You're definitely getting worried, aren't you?"

"I'm not getting worried . . . I'm getting a little unsettled, that's all," Amanda mumbled as she got back up on her feet. "Dammit I need a drink. Do you guys want anything from the kitchen?"

"I'm up for some coffee if you're willing to make it for me!" Ted said with a smirk as he followed her out the room. While the two made their way to the kitchen, Randy began to make his way to the foyer to wait for Cody, who should be arriving soon. However, he couldn't focus so much on his impending turn on watch duty due to the sudden tense feeling he was getting in the pit of his stomach, as if some impending danger was coming toward him, hard and fast.

"I seriously don't like this feeling I'm getting right now . . ." Randy mumbled as he leaned against the wall.

"Is something wrong Ran?" Ted asked as he quickly jogged into the foyer, his face slightly on high alert. "I heard you mumbling, and you look a little . . . troubled right now. Care to explain?"

"I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen sooner than we originally thought," Randy answered him with a shake of his head. "I just can't shake it . . . I just have this hunch that something's going to happen, and it's going to happen tonight."

"That's not good," Ted begrudgingly said as Amanda walked into the foyer with a curious look on her face. "Nothing good happens when you get one of your feelings . . . It just means that trouble's afoot somewhere."

"You guys think something bad is going to happen tonight?" Amanda asked with an eyebrow raised. "How sure can you be of this? How are you certain?"

"We're talking about Randy here! Don't doubt him," Ted quickly said as he came to Randy's defense. "Throughout all the years I've been working with him, I've learned that once Randy gets one of his feelings, his feelings are usually right."

"Alright, I guess I'll just have to take your word for it," Amanda said with a reluctant shrug. "So, how worried should I be?"

"If I had to rate it on a scale from 1 to 10, I'd rate it as a 7.5, maybe an 8," Randy said as a thoughtful look came across his face. Ted looked at his partner with a wide eyed stare while a blank expression crossed Amanda's features. "What? Why are you guys looking at me like that?"

"I'm pretty shocked, that's all," Ted quickly explained himself as he put his hands in his pockets. "Usually when you get one of your bad feelings, and then rate the incoming threat, you usually rate it low. This is the first time I've ever heard you rate a threat higher than a five. Is your feeling really that bad?"

"You have no idea. Anyway, contact Cody again and warn him that something may happen tonight," Randy ordered as he turned his attention to Amanda, her face still blank as her eyes stared aimlessly at the door. "Amanda, are . . . are you okay?"

"Something's coming . . ." Amanda answered him, her voice low and ominous as her eyes blinked back into focus. "It's quite a threat all right. It's big and powerful and it's going to get here soon in a matter of moments. I just don't know what the threat is exactly . . ."

"How can you tell?" Ted asked her quickly, but silenced himself just as quick as soon as Randy turned his eyes on him.

"It doesn't matter. We know something is coming and we got to prepare for it," Randy told him with a stern expression on his face. "Did you contact Cody like I told you to?"

"I sent him another text, but he hasn't answered back yet, which is weird, since he's the kind of guy that immediately answers a text once he gets it, no matter what kind of message it is," Ted said with a lightly concerned look on his face. "You think he's in trouble?"

"You're about to find out. I can sense him coming up the walkway right now." Amanda told him as her tone remained low. Slightly startled by the model's words, Randy hesitated before moving to the door, just as the doorbell began to ring. He quickly opened the door, his eyes widening in disbelief as he took in his friend's now disheveled appearance before squaring in on the man's limp right arm.

"Don't worry! It's not that bad," Cody said with a sigh in his futile attempt to save face. "It's just dislocated, really dislocated."

"What happened?" Ted asked as the faint foreign scent that surrounded Cody began to waft through the small room. When it hit Ted and Randy's noses, the two vampires visibly cringed at the scent, both of them very familiar with the scent's source. "Oh no . . . He's back . . ."

"Who's back?" Amanda asked immediately as she looked at all three of them in concern. "Who are you guys talking about, because it sounds to me like you three are familiar with whoever, or whatever, it is that attacked Cody."

"Yeah . . . We're quite familiar with him alright," Ted explained with a disgruntled look on his face. "The thing that attacked Cody is a person. A person that's actually a fellow mercenary that works for the same organization we work for . . . Brock Lesnar."

"Okay, okay. So he works with you guys, but why would one of your coworkers attack Cody all of a sudden?" Amanda asked as a sleepy-eyed Kaitlyn walked into the room. "Did you guys seriously piss him off or something?"

"Who pissed who off?" Kaitlyn slurred out as she wiped the sleep from her eyes. When she finally brought her vision back into focus, her gaze went squarely to Cody, who was currently busying himself with trying to pop his right arm back into its socket. "Cody, did you piss off someone so much that they decided to take your arm out its socket?"

"No; Technically, I'm the innocent victim in this little fiasco. Chalk it up to my association with Randy here for the popped out arm," Cody quickly replied as he struggled to put his arm back into place, his face contorting into sheer pain as he did so. "Okay . . . I think it's more than just a simple dislocated shoulder. Every time I try to push it back in, the pain flares up tenfold."

"Maybe another bone is broken and you just haven't noticed it till now," Kaitlyn suggested as she grabbed Cody by his uninjured arm. "C'mon, let's go to Kelly. She'll fix you right up."

"And how exactly is Kelly going to fix him right up?" Ted asked; curiosity evident in his tone as he watched the two. Unfortunately, Kaitlyn and Cody paid him no mind, exiting the room without another word uttered his way. "Damn, in that moment, I just felt so forgotten. . ."

"You can feel bad about yourself later," Amanda said in a slightly exasperated tone as she shot Ted a disapproving look before turning to the silent Viper. "What I want to know is why this Brock Lesnar person is coming here all of a sudden! Cody mentioned that it was his connection to you that led to the attack, so that would mean you're a focal point in this little mystery Randy. Care to enlighten me?"

"It's actually not that big of a mystery. To be honest, I know exactly why Lesnar is coming here," Randy calmly stated as he looked the woman in the eye. "A few nights ago, I took on the mission of killing Lesnar's advocate, a guy named Paul Heyman. I guess he found out and now wants revenge."

"Let me get this straight: A very serious threat is coming to my doorstep, not to capture me, but to get revenge on you because you took on an assignment that led you to kill the threat's advocate. An assignment that I'm guessing was sanctioned by your bosses correct?" Amanda replied with narrowed eyes as she stared the 6'5 man down. Randy simply shook his head yes in response. "Does this kind of stuff happen every day to you guys? And why the hell would he have his own personal advocate in the first place?"

"To answer your first question: Not really. To answer your second question: No one knows why Lesnar got himself an advocate. Hell, no one has any idea how those two met in the first place . . ." said Ted as he managed the simplest of shrugs. "And by the way, here's the kicker, the assignment to kill Heyman was entirely optional, so Randy didn't really have to take on the mission at all."

"Thank you Ted, I'm sure Amanda here liked hearing that little piece of info," Randy replied through gritted teeth. When he turned his head, he saw that Amanda was looking at him with an eyebrow raised. "What? I knew the mission was optional, but no one was going to take it and Heyman was screwing the organization over by swindling funding and shit. The bosses wanted Heyman dead and I never liked the guy in the first place, so I figured why not?"

"Okay, I think I've heard enough for now," said Amanda as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "So, how long until this Lesnar guy gets to my doorstep exactly?"

"We're going to have to ask Cody that question, but he's upstairs with Kaitlyn getting checked out by Kelly," Ted said with a slightly confused look on his face. "How exactly is Kelly going to fix him up anyway? Is she some kind of healer or something?"

"Something like that. Follow me if you want to find out."

Ted and Randy looked at each other with slightly perplexed expressions on their faces before Ted moved to follow after the psychic model up the stairs. Randy shot the front door one more lingering look before following the two up to the second floor. When they reached Kelly's room, the two vampires' eyes went straight to the sight displayed to them on Kelly's bed. While Kaitlyn leaned against one of the nearby walls, Cody and Kelly sat side-by-side on the queen sized mattress. A look of relief was displayed on the mustachioed vampire while a look of concentration was displayed on the blonde yoga teacher, her right hand emitting a faint light blue glow barely a half inch above his injured shoulder.

"Just give me five more minutes. You should be just fine once I'm done with you." Kelly said in a serious tone of voice as she continued to focus on her work.

"How bad was the injury?" Amanda couldn't help but ask as she went over to stand next to the silent Kaitlyn.

"There were some significant bone splintering in his arm and shoulder, as well as a few cracks and fractures within the shoulder bones. You basically made the injury worse when you tried to shove your arm right back in to its socket," Kelly calmly explained, addressing the last part to the sheepish looking Cody. "Even if you had let your natural vampire healing ability do its thing, it would have never healed right and you would have lived the rest of your existence with a bad shoulder and never ending pain in your arm."

"Well, it's a good thing I won't, thanks to you," Cody said rather gratefully as he looked at Kelly's glowing hand. "I hope you don't mind me asking this, but what exactly are you? I know Kaitlyn can manipulate lightning and Amanda's psychic, but we never got around to knowing what species you are Kelly."

"Huh, Cody does make a good point there," Ted added as he leaned against the doorframe. "Care to elaborate on your background Missy?"

"I'll elaborate on my background when the time calls for it. For now, all you need to know is that I can heal people and that's that," Kelly said with a small smirk as her hand returned to a more natural coloring. "There, you're completely healed. How do you feel?"

"Better, a lot better. Thanks," said Cody as he tested out his arm. "I'm back in working condition again."

"Good," said Randy as he stepped forward. "You can start getting back to business by telling us how long we have before Lesnar shows up."

"I wouldn't worry about him too much at the moment," said Cody as he let a small smirk show on his face. "Let's just say I put him on a different path."

"A different path?" Ted said as a knowing smirk appeared on his face. "So, you pulled a little illusion on him huh?"

"Illusion?" Amanda asked as she turned back to Cody. "You have a psychic ability?"

"Yeah, but it's not really much. You probably would be able to dispel it in an instant as soon as I tried to use it on you," Cody explained as he stood up. "I have this ability to plant an illusion, or more simply, to manipulate a person's mind into believing something that's not actually there. However, how well it works depends on how able the person's mind is, so to speak."

"What, like the dumber the person is, the better your ability will work?" Kaitlyn bluntly asked as she stared the mustached man down.

"Exactly, and lucky for me, Brock Lesnar is as dumb as a bag of rocks," Cody said with the barest hint of a chuckle. "He probably made it halfway across town before realizing I tricked him."

"And knowing his speed and temper, it won't be long before he makes his way back here," Randy said as he walked over to the door. "Cody, where exactly did you encounter Brock?"

"I was walking by this plot of land, you know, the kind of plot you see before a construction project happens over it, when Lesnar got the jump on me," said Cody as he scratched the back of his neck. "It's about eight blocks down the road, right next to a reddish-brown two story home that's up for sale."

"I know the area that you're talking about," Amanda butted in as she brought a hand to her chin. "A two story colonial used to be on that plot before it was mysteriously burned down two years ago. Luckily, the house was up for sale when it happened. However, the family that lived in the reddish-down house next door decided to move out because they didn't like the feeling they were getting from that plot. The realtor in charge of it hasn't been able to sell that house since . . . What are you planning Randy?"

"Well, I'm planning to meet Lesnar at that plot of land," Randy told her with a smirk before turning to his two shocked partners. "Watch the girls while I'm gone."

"Are you fucking kidding me Randy!?" Ted asked in disbelief, his eyes wide in astonishment. "You're going to take on Lesnar by yourself? Are you sure that's really the best idea?"

"Ted does make a good point," Cody said with a grimace. "You're powerful. I'll give you that, but do you really think it's a wise decision to seek out Lesnar by yourself? Brock's known as the 'Beast Incarnate' for a reason. He crushes guys without batting an eyelash. Plus, he knows how to do a mean Kimura Lock. What I'm saying is . . . Are you really sure about this Ran?"

"I'm sure. Besides, if I don't go to confront him, he'll follow your scent back here and then we would have to deal with him while protecting the girls at the same time. With me going in alone, we're limiting the damage. Trust me, I'll have everything under control, and be back before the night's over." said Randy with a smirk before stepping out the room.

"Is that man serious?" Kelly asked bluntly as Ted and Cody just shook their heads. "Is that man actually serious? From what you guys have already said, its sounds like this Brock Lesnar person is someone that really shouldn't be taken lightly. Are you guys really going to let him go alone?"

"We have no choice. Someone has to stay with you guys so that the enemy cell can't get close to you," Ted said with a shrug. "Besides, between all three of us, Randy does have the best odds of handling Lesnar anyway."

"All we can do now is trust that he'll keep his word and be back by morning. To be honest, we live with these kinds of situations every day, so it's really nothing new to us." said Cody as he walked out the room.

"Get some sleep girls. I'm sure Randy will be just fine . . . Well, I hope so." Ted said with a smirk before following after Cody, leaving the three women to themselves in Kelly's room.

"Oh . . . You just got to love men these days," Kaitlyn said with a shake of her head, her voice filled with exasperation while Kelly looked on with a bit of bitterness in her eyes. "Anyway, Kelly, you said your piece already, so I'll just move on to Amanda. What do you think girl? Do you think it's really the best idea that Randy is doing this alone?"

"Well . . . It was definitely a bit startling to hear that Randy wanted to take on this Brock guy alone," Amanda said as a small smirk started to appear on her face. "However, I have a pretty good feeling that Randy will make out of this just fine. I don't know why, but I just do."

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