Randy parked the car in a busy a mall parking lot. The couple went inside, blending into the crowd as best they could. Randy gave Machelle a quick hug and promised to meet back at the calendar kiosk in 15 minutes. He gave Machelle money to get a change of clothes and a hat. She knew better than to ask what he had planned.

Thirteen minutes later, Machelle emerged from the food court bathroom in her new clothes and headed for the kiosk. She surveyed the area quickly and headed for the center of the kiosk. From that vantage point she was able to casually peruse the calendars and glance about for Randy. Shortly after she arrived, she saw him coming down the corridor. She put the calendar down and began walking away letting him catch up with her and pass her so she could follow him. He led the way to a taxi. Once inside, he gave directions to a strip mall on the other side of town.

"Trust me." he whispered to Machelle.

"I have so far." she whispered back. The rest of the ride was silent.

Once they arrived, Machelle realized that there were many businesses and hotels in this area. Randy paid the driver and they began walking. "What's our plan?" Machelle asked.

"We need to buy some time. I talked to Jon, so we have someone coming to help get us out of here and hide out. For the next few hours we are on our own." Randy looked at the hotels. Then he looked at Machelle. "Are you ready to be bad?"

"What exactly are you telling me, Jon?" Joe stood beside his friend and brother, feet shoulder-width apart and arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were as hard as Jon had ever seen them.

"Yes, I talked to Randy. Yes, I sent a message to Elle went I ranted on Raw. Yes, she has had a really rough time. And yes, I chose not to tell you because you have been a real ass lately. I didn't think you should hear that she was having issues since I didn't know how you would handle it." Jon explained again.

"Who made you God?" Joe asked, obviously frustrated. "I had the right to know."

"Hey, guys. Come on. We are all worried about them. Don't fight each other." Colby tried to play peacemaker…again.

"I could care less about HIM. I want Machelle by my side. Whole and healthy." Joe clenched his fists and began to pace.

It would be at this point that Jon's phone would ring with an unknown number, which he immediately answered. When Randy began telling him what had happened, Jon walked away from Joe knowing that the big man would lose his head when he found out the latest complications. "Someone will be there to get both of you. Lay low." Jon walked back over towards Joe and sat down, patting the cushion at his side. Joe shook his head. Jon smacked the cushion. "Sit." Colby sat beside Jon. Joe finally sat across from him. Jon grabbed Joe's hands. "They are both alive and not hurt. Okay? That is what is important." Joe glared at Jon.

"What's going on, Jon. Spit it out." Joe growled.

Jon took a deep breath. "The house they were hiding in got hit."

"What the fuck?!" Joe started to jump up but Jon's grip on his hands kept him anchored in place.

"Randy and Machelle had gone for a run so they weren't in the house at the time. Everyone who was inside was killed. In Randy's words, it was a bloodbath. One of the guards was still hanging on when they returned so they know that it was Matt. They don't know who leaked the information. They don't trust anyone right now. Well, they don't trust anyone but us."

"Us? That's why Randy keeps calling you? I haven't heard from…"

"Shut up, Joe. Let Jon finish. What are they doing?" Colby asked anxiously.

"They are on the run. They figure that they stand a better chance on their own than with the Marshall's Service if there are leaks. So they want to know if there is a place to hide until the trial. Do we know of a place that is off the grid?" Jon asked.

"I'll find something." Joe growled angrily. "Elle isn't going to be running around the country with HIM if I have any say in the matter.

"Focus, Joe. They are both alive and depending on each other to stay that way."

"And I don't like that. Dammit!"

"We just checked into five hotels in an hour and a half. That has to be some kind of record." Machelle giggled.

"The record was messing up the rooms. When someone checks them, they won't be able to tell if we are staying in any of them. Planting hairs was a genius move!" Randy chuckled.

"Any idea when the cavalry will arrive?" she sighed.

"Soon, I hope. Very soon." Randy gave a reassuring hug Machelle. They had walked away from the hotels and mall area and found themselves near a long term parking lot near the airport. Looking around and not seeing any surveillance cameras, Randy found a spot underneath a large tree to sit down. He wrapped his arms around Machelle and pulled her to his chest. "Relax. I've got you. Take a little nap. It'll do you good."

"Where the hell are they? How far could they have gone?" frustration and panic were evident in Joe's voice.

"Calm down, man. They are fine." Jon assured his worried friend as they drove through the city looking for Machelle and Randy in a tinted SUV.

"She's been out here for hours. Alone. Dammit! I should have looked for her when they yanked her out of rehab!" Joe smacked the dashboard.

"For the love of Pete, she isn't alone and chasing after her at that point wouldn't have done any good! Now would you shut up and LOOK! They are here somewhere. We need to find them before the feds or Matt, you asshole! Stop whining." Colby piped up from the back seat. He peered out of one window and then another. "Think, Jon. If you were out here and didn't want to be found, where would you go? Somewhere not too dangerous. No surveillance cameras. Quiet. No one would bother you or notice you."

Jon looked around. Something caught his eye. "Got it!" he exclaimed.