OK, I'm back! Sorry for taking so long. I can explain that I promise. I had a terrible case of writer's block, then I lost my story, then I found it and got really bad writer's block again, but I was struck with a way of this (I hope)genius. I love anyone who is willing to read this and come back to the story.
I also apologize ahead of time for any spelling/grammar errors. I lost my old beta reader and haven't had time to get a new one.
There are three targets. Only one actually matter. The major key to unlock the other two. It sounded simple in theory, and it would be, except for the fact that the key in question was located inside one Randy Orton.
Orton wasn't such a terrible force except for how Cena never seemed to leave his side. It was always in a pair. That left one obvious target: Rhodes. He wasn't as well trained for combat as Cena or Orton. And to make it easier, he was usually alone. It was almost painfully easy.
Dwayne looked at the brunette from the distance and sighed. This is for the greater good, Johnson. Cody looked up, "Oh, hey, Dwayne. Sorry, I didn't see you there."
Dwayne smiled, "It's alright, kid. Been a long day." Cody nodded, "Yeah. Did you hear they're gonna call in Hunter?" Dwayne winced. Sergeant Hunter was tough. He'd be hard to convince of innocence.
Ever since he'd lost his partner to Larken, it had been difficult to get the once fun loving solider to even crack a smile.
Dwayne swallowed, his throat thick with unshed tears. He really did like Cody, but he was in the way. Dwayne pulled the silencer out of his hip holster, "I really wish I didn't have to do this, Codes."
Cody looked up just as Dwayne pulled the trigger and two bullets pierced his chest.
John reached out just in time to catch Randy. He fell back against the wall, "Randy! You alright?" Randy shook his head, "My head is killing me. I feel like I got slammed by a mallet."
John frowned, "Any reason why?" Randy sighed, "I don't know." John heard the click of a gun and said, "Shit. Randy, stand up." Randy jumped to his feet and took off. John bit his lip, seeing what direction Randy was running. Please Cody be okay.
Randy froze in the doorway and growled angrily. He rushed in and John followed closely. Cody was sitting in his desk chair. John walked over and took a deep shaky breath.
He grabbed Cody's shoulder and spun the chair around. The brunette's eyes were closed and his chest was still. John glanced at Randy who had that terrifying look, the fear.
"Codes," he whispered sadly. He walked close hesitantly, brushing Cody's hair out of his face. John wanted to reassure his lieutenant, but the very thought of angering him now was deadly.
"I gotta tell Adam," John said hoarsely. Randy frowned, "You better call Vince too. It looks like the killer took something from Cody." John looked at the bloody spot on Cody's left temple, seeing the divot.
"They got the chip from him," John said softly. Randy sighed before reaching over for the desk phone, hitting the speaker button.
"Better be good, Rhodes," Vince's voice rang through. Randy took a deep breath, "Cody's dead. Double-tap to his chest. They even got the chip." Vince shouted, "Who the hell? I'm gonna call Dwayne."
"No," John and Randy said simultaneously. Vince growled, "He is part of your team. He deserves to know." Randy shook his head, "Fine. I don't care. I'll kill him anyway." he hung up and slammed his fist into the desk.
"Son of a bitch!" Randy angrily screamed. He was seething, his chest heaving with every breath. John walked close and said, "We couldn't have known. If there was anyone to get hit, I thought it would be us."
Randy snorted, "And now Cody is dead. Because of us." John frowned, "No. Because of Dwayne. He's a murderous son of a bitch who abandoned his own team." Randy nodded, "I'm gonna kill him."
"You're not going to kill anyone," a deep voice answered. John turned around and felt his eyes widen. Standing in frot of him, was the living, breathing legend, Hunter Helmsley.
Randy froze, "Sergeant?" Hunter nodded, "In the flesh, Lieutenant." Randy ground his teeth and said, "Why the hell can't I kill the bastard?" Hunter shook his head, "Not the time to talk. Adam, get medics in here to move it." John watched Randy's knuckles turn white and said, "Not it. It's still Cody."
"He's dead, Cena." Hunter argued. "At least give the poor boy the decency of a real burial, not rotting in here behind his desk. He wasn't a front line solider, but he was still one of us."
John watched the inner battle that his commanding officer went through before hearing that voice.
"What on God's green earth happened in here?" Dwayne asked from the doorway. John felt the air as Randy flew past him. The sound of his fists connecting with Dwayne's face was sickening.
"John, move him," Hunter said firmly. John looped his arms around Randy's waist and pulled, dragging the younger man with him. Randy was screaming, his years of military training was long gone.
"You motherfucking son of a bitch. I'm gonna fucking murder you." John winced with every word. Dwayne sat up slowly, touching his split lip gingerly, "I'm sorry about Cody, Randy. I wish I could have helped him."
Randy threw John off of him with inhuman strength, hitting Dwayne with everything he had. John wanted to help, wanted desperately to take Dwayen out now, but it wasn't the time.
John tried to grab Randy again but the younger man slammed one more fist into Dwayne's face before standing, "If you touch my team again, Johnson, I will not stop. I will kill you. I won't even be nice like you were with Cody. Two shots? That's under kill for a traitor."
Dwayne frowned, "Damn, I guess you're pissed at me for some reason." Randy growled but stepped away, storming out of the room. John looked at Hunter and said, "I'm gonna go get him. Please keep jackass in a quiet room by himself. I don't want Randy getting in trouble for murdering a fellow solider.
Hunter nodded, "Go look after Orton. Both of you come see me when he's cool." John saluted quickly before jogging off in the direction that Randy had stormed.
Read&Review because I intend on coming back to writing this. My wrestling muses came back from vacation.
Anyone upset about Cody? At least here he doesn't have "the lovestache"*shudders* And who wanted to see Randy beat the crap out of Dwayne?
Anyway, again thanks for reading. I love you all!