The minute the lights went out, Trish wasted no time standing around. She knew the back-up lights would kick in soon, and then those would be taken out to. This only gave her a small window of time to get the others and let them know what was happening.

Trish sprinted down the hall in darkness, heading for those closest quarters she could find. Just as she predicted, the back-up lights came on. She had just enough time to get the layout of where she was, map her route to her destination, and commit it to memory before the building went dark again.

Keeping her hand against the wall, Trish made her way down the hall, keeping alert for any sign of the intruders. Whoever they were, they were probably equipped to navigate the dark building. She wasn't sure how they had managed to get into the building, or how they had managed to get to the lights, but she knew she had to warn the others. They would be easy targets if they weren't aware of what was going on.

Trish was almost to the end of the hall when she heard more gunshots. From the sound, she figured they were from silenced machine guns. Trish peeked around the corner, but she could nothing but darkness. Then, as she peered into the darkness, she could see the lights of laser sights, as well as the tell-tale green glow of night-vision goggles. By her memory, she figured she was in the security corridor, which meant that the intruders were hunting down all the security personnel. It also meant they would be able to take control of the building's arms room, which was located in this area as well. If they got control of the guns, the team would be helpless. Trish knew she needed to get to that room first.

Trish kept her back to the corner and her head out of sight, listening to the sounds of the gunmen. The moved like soldiers, slowly and methodically, but not necessarily quietly. From the sounds of their boots on the carpet, Trish could tell they were wearing military-grade combat boots, but obviously they weren't military. To be able to afford night-vision and guns with laser-sights, they would have to be mercenaries of some sort. Just like the ones on the train.

The intruders were headed in Trish's direction. She needed to move. Taking a short, quick running start, she scaled the wall and removed one of the vents from the ceiling, then made her way in. She waited as the mercenaries paused at the entrance to the hall. The lasers stopped and moved around, indicating that the gunmen were probably searching for anyone they had missed. Then she heard a voice.

"Tomko, Braddock, Gallows, stay here and secure the arms room. The rest of you are with me. Bushwhackers, move out!"

Three of the gunners stayed while the rest of them continued to move towards the War Room. Trish tool a moment to analyze what she had just heard. The voice had been electronically amplified, indicating that the man who had spoken had been wearing some sort of mask, maybe a gas mask. And obviously they had had some sort of military training, but she had never heard of any outfit called the Bushwhackers. She made a mental note to look them up when she got an opportunity. Provided she made it out of this alive.

Trish waited for the three Bushwhackers still stationed in the hall to make their way back to the arms room, then slowly crawled out of the vent. By now, her eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness, and she was able to take in the better detail as she crept around the corner.

Everywhere around were the dead bodies of the WWE security personnel. Some of these were people she had known. She recognized the bodies of Bull Buchanan, Ron Simmons, Rikishi Phatu, and several others. From the looks of them, they hadn't stood a chance. They hadn't even known what had hit them before they died. She made a silent vow that these men, and whoever had hired them, were going to pay for what they had done here. Trish crept after the three Bushwhackers, careful not to make a sound. She could see them a little clearer now. They were dressed in military fatigues, and were wearing a unique kind of body armor. They were carrying a type of assault rifle that she had never seen before, but from the look of them, they were decades ahead of this time.

Trish crept past the Bushwhackers and made her way through the security corridor. She had hoped to make it to the arms room, but she knew she couldn't do so by herself. If she could find more people, they would be able to sneak back, get the guns, and take back the building.

Trish continued throughout the corridor past more bodies, until she was able to get to the living quarters. Her moment of triumph, however, was brief, because she was now greeted by the sight of more Bushwhackers. A lot more. Apparently while she had been trying to get through the hall, they had been rounding up everyone else. It seemed they had been here a lot longer than she thought they had. They had taken the building in sections, hitting each floor before anyone had realized what had happened. Now they had captured most of the team. She could see two Bushwhackers tying up the Big Show, while others was dragging Lita and Jericho out of their rooms and tying them up as well. Trish found a hiding place and tried to think. She couldn't see Major Flair anywhere, but she had to assume they had gotten him, too. She had not seen Angle or Chyna, either. Then she had a thought. If she could get to a cell phone, she could contact the Undertaker. She had no idea where he was right now, but if anyone could turn this situation around, it was him.

Just then, someone grabbed her shoulder. Trish bit her tongue to keep from yelling out, but spun around fist raised… only to be staring at Chyna.

"Where have you been?" Trish whispered. "What happened here?"

Chyna shook her head.

"I don't know. One minute, we were questioning Mark Henry, and the next thing we knew, the lights had gone out. Then, a bunch of armed men stormed into the room. They knocked out Angle and grabbed Henry. I managed to fight them off and escape."

"How did they get into the building?" Trish asked. "I thought we had protocols in place to prevent this sort of thing!"

"Sssshhhhhhhhh!" Chyna hushed her.

"Where's Flair?"

"They have him. He was the first to get taken. Listen, have you seen the Undertaker?"

Trish shook her head.

"He left earlier. He didn't tell anyone where he was going."

"And you have no idea where he is?" Chyna asked.

"If I did, don't you think I'd be dragging his ass back here? Listen, we need to figure out how they got in here."

Chyna held her hand up.

"I already know how they got in here" she said.

"Really? How?"

Suddenly, Chyna grabbed Trish's head and slammed into the wall. Trish had no time to react, as she immediately lost consciousness and slumped over.

Chyna threw Trish over her shoulder and walked out from behind her hiding place. The Bushwhackers acknowledged her as she headed over to them.

"Should we put her with the others?" one of them asked.

"No. There are other plans for her" Chyna said. "Prep the others for transport. Take care of everyone else in the building. Deal with Mark Henry. And someone find out where the Undertaker went. I need to call Hunter and let him know we're on the way."

ELSEWHERE…

The Undertaker had never been in a fight like this in his life. Everything he had thrown at Kane had been for naught. Kane just took them and kept on coming.

Now the Undertaker was in bad shape. His clothing was in tatters, and he was covered in burns and scars. Normally, they would heal fast, but Kane's fire had a strange effect on 'Taker, and the burns he caused were not healing fast enough. More importantly, they were affecting the Undertaker's ability to fight. He could barely concentrate enough to summon his powers.

The warehouse fire had spread to the entire building, but Kane was undeterred. He was determined to destroy the Undertaker, no matter what happened. But the Undertaker refused to lie down. He was not going down, no matter what Kane did to him or what powers Kane had.

The Undertaker was on the attack again, using his lightning to keep Kane away, as Kane countered his lightning with fire. The two men's battle of the elements raged on, as the warehouse was consumed by flame.

Kane retreated away from the Undertaker, then, with a strange roar, began to generate a massive flame. Both hands formed huge fireballs, then Kane released them straight at the Undertaker. 'Taker managed to dodge one, but was too slow to stop the other one, which sent him flying into the warehouse wall.

This was the last straw for the building, as this last impact shook the supports of the building, causing the entire warehouse to collapse in on itself. Kane stood his ground as he watched the building fall around him, unaffected by the burning wood falling down on him. His gaze was fixated on the sight of the Undertaker lying beneath the burning lumber, as the walls crashed down on his prone form. As the last of the building burned to the ground, Kane watched as the sight of 'Taker disappeared under a mass of fire and wood.

With a nod that somewhat resembled satisfaction, Kane shook off the wood that surrounded him, and then walked through the remnants of the warehouse, back to Paul Bearer.

TBC…