EPILOGUE I
A FEW DAYS LATER…
"Anything yet?"
The Undertaker rolled his eyes as he tapped away on the computer.
"For the millionth time, Trish, no. I'm telling you, whoever this man as, he's given me no clues to his identity."
"What about Hunter and the others? Any trace?"
The Undertaker shook his head.
"No, no sign of them. It's like they dropped off the face of the Earth. Where've you been, by the way?"
"Doing our last sweep of the Kennedy building, or what's left of it anyway" Trish said, as she sat down next to the Undertaker at the War Room computer.
"Did you guys find anything?"
"Well, we got most of our weapons and vehicles back. It looks like they were planning on moving them out, but I can't tell how."
"I imagine by a freighter of some sort, but I… Trish, what is it?" the Undertaker asked when he noticed a sorrowful look on Trish's face.
"There's something else" Trish said. "There was no sign of Kane, either. No body or anything. No sign of Chyna, either. Neither of them were in the building."
The Undertaker grimaced as he pushed his seat away from the computer.
"So they escaped?"
"Yeah, we think so."
The Undertaker sighed.
"Great, that's two more people I need to hunt down."
Trish stared at 'Taker.
"Mark, what is it with you and Kane? Lita said he was your brother, but you've never mentioned him before."
"I don't talk about him" the Undertaker said.
"Well, what is it with you two? Every time I bring him up, you get this look on your face."
The Undertaker grimaced again.
"He's the son of a bitch who killed my parents. He set a fire in our house that took their lives, and left me alone. I spent most of my life hunting him down, only for him to get locked up in a mental ward somewhere. I could never get to him, but someone got him out. Did something to him, then sent him after me. I don't know who, but it had to be some pretty high up. Military, or maybe fam…"
The Undertaker stopped as Trish stared at him.
"Mark, what is it?"
"Bearer."
"Who?"
The only person who could have gotten Kane out of that asylum without making a ruckus was a family member. Kane's father, Paul Bearer. I thought he'd dropped off the face of the earth, but he must still be around. He's working for these people, and now, so is Kane."
"And Chyna."
"So what about the Big Show? Were you able to find any sign of him?"
"No. We believe they've taken him back to wherever they were stationed. Either that, or he's joined up with him the way Chyna did."
The Undertaker looked up at Trish.
"So how are you doing?"
"Better. I'm just still having trouble digesting everything that happened. I still can't believe Hunter's part in everything. Chyna's, too. And you still haven't found this mystery guy, who…"
The Undertaker rolled his seat over to where Trish sat, and placed his hand on her chin.
"Hey, we're safe now, Trish. Look, we have a new base. Flair called WWE High Command, we'll be getting new team members to replace the people we lost. We'll get back on our feet, and then we'll find these people and bring down their organization. We'll find Hunter, Chyna, Ivory, Kane, and everyone else. They're around somewhere. We'll track them down, one way or another."
Trish took the Undertaker's hand, and looked him in the eyes.
"I know we will, Mark. Together, I know we can."
Trish took the Undertaker's hand from her chin, then brought the Undertaker's face toward hers and kissed him. The Undertaker returned the kiss as Trish moved herself into the Undertaker's lap and deepened the kiss.
A few minutes later, they broke apart. The Undertaker looked into Trish's eyes.
"Hey, you know I love you, right?"
"I love y…"
Trish was cut off by the sound of a helicopter arriving outside the War Room.
Both the Undertaker and Trish looked up as several WWE staffers, including Jericho and Angle, rushed by.
"He's here" the Undertaker said.
Trish got off the Undertaker's lap and both of them headed outside where the others were awaiting the helicopter.
The helicopter landed on the deck of the WWE's new aircraft carrier, and as the blades stopped moving, a man in a business suit stepped out.
Major Flair stepped forward to shake the man's hand.
"Welcome back to WWE. We're glad to have you back" Flair told the man.
"The Rock is glad to be back, sir" the man said, looking at the WWE team members assembled in front of him. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, but even so, it was apparent that he was looking over at the Undertaker, Jericho, Trish, Angle, and Lita.
The Rock smirked at them as he sauntered over to them.
"Welcome back" the Undertaker murmured.
"Looks like you trailer park trash have been doing a piss-poor job, as High Command was begging the Rock to come back. Now that the Rock is back, things are going to start changing around here."
The Rock pushed past them as the rest of the WWE staffers followed him inside.
Trish and the Undertaker exchanged a glance.
The Undertaker sighed, shaking his head.
"So, finally the Rock had come back to the WWE" he said, as the other members to the team looked at him.
To be concluded…