Disclaimer: As always Vince and whoever owns what they own and I own what I own, only thing I'm not a jerk, like someppl, about it.
A/N: We're almost there folks. The end is almost in sight.
But first I need to thank the Lady of the day, Scorpina for coming in and helping me get the battle in hand. I've incorporated some of her words in this chapter and she is all over the next. (Thanks for the help, you rock)
With those words everyone moved into place.
Jeff and Matt took to the air, drawing attention immediately, which allowed Randy and Adam to race along the walkway to the door leading into the control room, while the kids and Ashley plunged down among the startled force below. Dave used the distraction to plow right through men and women, both armed and unarmed to get to the transport, while Glen, fired off a volley of fireballs at the door, scattering the men guarding it.
With an demonic smile the near 7 footer leaped off the platform to the ground and then raced full tilt for the door, getting there before the guards could regain their senses and react, punching both hard enough to knock them out. Taking but a quick look around to make sure the others were in no real trouble and noting, with some satisfaction, that they all seemed to be holding things down he returned his attention to the door, igniting his index finger with just a thought he begin to burn a hole around the door's lock, mildly amazed at his growing control over his powers. "Seems like the more I want to use them the better I get at it" he thinks to himself, then puts the thought behind him to reflect on later, when they were not in such a rush. It takes but a few seconds for him to burn through the thick metal of the door watching it swing open
Inside the holding room, the noise outside was enough to catch the men within off-guard, forcing their attention away from the prisons. Punk made his move as he raised up through the floor, grabbing the back of their heads pulling them downward into the floor. The guards were out cold and stuck in the floor when Kane finally opened the door. He stepped in smiling to see Punk had done his job. Noting that Father had not been a completely fool as he spied the two unconscious uniformed forms in the floor. "Inside guards huh?" he asked Punk who nodded with a smirk.
"Oh God, Kane, what's going on! What's happening?" Demanded Beth, Jeff Hardy's girlfriend as she approached Kane in a panic.
"we'll explain later, but please, you need to do as we say for now!" Kane could see the how frightened all the innocent people in the room where, and hoped they could get them out before it was too late.
Outside Matt and Jeff were busy dive bombing the people below, using their power over the air current they produce to keep a good deal of them off balance making sure top target anyone armed, or attempting to arm themselves. At this point Matt checks up on Dave who was some ways away, struggling to get to the transport, he had made good progress but was now stalled by a large force of men with guns. The guns were not a real problem for him, as his invulnerability allowed him to shrug them off like gnats, but if he were to try and plow through them he would, more then likely, injure himself, as his power does not work if he tries to do damage to something. Matt whistles to his brother pointing to Dave's dilemma, seeing his younger sibling grin mischievously and fly off to aid the man known as the Animal. Unfortunately for Matt his attention was away from what he was doing a bit to long, as a bullet goes whizzing by very close to his ear followed by a hail of the deadly projectiles. Never having really been shot at before the young wrestler panicked closing his eyes and throwing up his arms in, what he knew, was a instinctually, useless, defensive reaction. Fully prepared to feel the impact of a hundreds of organ tearing bullets Matt was a bit surprised as he felt nothing impact his body, slowly opening his eyes while lowering his arms, gazing down at the moaning bodies of all the guards, blood flowing from numerous bullet holes. "What tha…" was all the confused wrestler could say, as he had no explanation what had happened, nor why he was not dead right now.
"Dude that was so cool!" Matt looked down as Adam, standing in the door way to the control room where Randy was frantically working at a computer console, waved up to him.
"What the hell happened?" he asked still unaware how he was still breathing and his assailants where, at that moment, bleeding below him.
"Dude you did not see that? You got no idea what you did?" asked an incredulous Rated R Superstar. "It was way cool, you swung your arms up and like all the bullets did this wild u-turn and headed right back at the guys with the guns. I think you deflected them somehow." He smirked for a moment, "Guess you've just evolved too, huh." Added the tall blonde wondering idly if he would undergo a similar advancement in his powers soon. He was getting a bit jealous of how all the other's powers were growing and the new and impressive things some of his friends were able to pull off.
Randy, for his part was barely aware of what Adam was saying as he found the computer system attached to the base was one of the most difficult he had yet to come across, and he had already broken in and out of several government systems since his enhancement. None of them had the number and level of encryptions and safeguards he had already come across and he had only been working on it for 5 minutes. He had already encountered 7 password blocks that seems to pop up whenever he did something, he assumed, was out of the norm for the regular operators. Gaining access to high levels of the system were proving to be a daunting task altogether.
Having come to the 10th request for a password, his temper flared and he slammed both palms down on the keyboard in frustration, glaring at the monitor. "ALL I WANT IS TO GET INTO FATHER'S DAMN FILES!" he screamed at the machine, full aware yelling at it was pointless. So what occurred next left him left him completely speechless, as he watched the monitor screen flashing open window after window. Information started to appear, all top level all, clearly, for Father's access only. Orton's eyes flew over the screen taking in the information that was being handed to him at lightening speed. Randy was so engrossed at reading what was showing up on the screen he was not aware that the rate he was reading was humanly impossible. This was more apparent to Adam who had glanced back at Randy's outburst and watched as the screen started opening windows, speeding up till it looked more like lights flashing off and on, like a manic strobe light.
"What the hells is wrong with that thing?" he asked an inattentive Orton. Shrugging he went back to watching the battle below, deciding he was always going to be confused around these people.
Below Dave had finally made it to the transport vehicle, with the help of the younger Hardy, who laughing would swoop down at the gathered armed forces then strafe them using his wake to bowl them over, without hurting them; something Dave was glad for. He had yet to discern if these men and women were under the control of Father or working for the man willingly. The fact that, it appeared, they were all human lead him to believe the latter, but he prefer to error on the side of caution. He could not stomach the idea of taking the lives of innocent mind controlled humans.
He was glad to see the truck did not need a key and only needed to press a button to get it rolling which he did, starting it up and heading back to the where the families were. The trip back was no easier then the coming as the guards made a strong effort to stop him, some jumping in the way of the transport, before thinking better of that action as they dived out of the way, not sure if Dave would stop. For his part, Dave was glad they would blink before he had to.
He arrived back to the room, seeing Glen and Punk just emerging with their loved ones. Anger building in him as he saw many of the children were crying or clinging in terror to their parents, or some other adult. He stopped the vehicle near the door, jumping out and rushing over to hug his wife and daughter, his rage building even more as his daughter clung to his neck once he picked her up and cried so heartbreakingly it even brought tears to his eyes. How could anyway do this to children, terrify them to this point? He would save his family, all their families, then he was coming back and he would personally beat the madman that called himself Father till there was nothing left by a bloody smear on the ground.
Glen and Punk did not miss the look in Batista's eyes, nor did they have an issue with his feelings. Punk had found his family and had already promised them that Father would not get away with what he had done. He had also promised them nothing like this would ever happen to them or anyone else as long as he lived. It was a sobering thought to experience something many people around the world have had to deal with for generations. Having loved one's kidnapped and used by madmen and terrorists. Having no idea where they were, or if they were all right. No. As far as Punk was concerned, men like Father had had their time, now he would see no innocents suffered at the hands of villains like these again.
Glen's thoughts ran differently then his friends. He did not feel the same emotional impact the others did, why he was not sure, but he did feel the need to protect those weaker then himself. To defend inferior creatures from those more powerful then they, who did not know superiority did not come with a license to do whatever you will to whomever you wished. As far as Glen was concerned, only the weak picked on the weak. Superior beings did not need to prove their superiority; those that felt the need to, proved themselves to be weaker then those they tormented.
Up in the control room, Randy finally stood back from the computer shaking his head as if trying to banish a thought or clear his head. He glanced out the window seeing the battle was clearly winding down as many of Father's armed force were either down and out, or being herded into the holding room by the Hardys, Ash and the kids. "Ok, I got what we came for, lets get down there" he said to Adam pushing past the gaping man, who could not get more confused.
"Got what? That screen was just flashing lights," He rushed to catch up the in house genius, "Randy, what happened in there?" He tried to get Randy to talk, but he just waved him off.
"I'll explain when we have time." He spared a glance back to the tall blond, "We don't have much time, Father's on his way"
A/N: Well the Twisted seem to be working like a well oiled machine now don't they? Looks like Randy's discovered a new trick, who says he's just a brain? And poor Adam, waiting for his abilities to advance like everyone else, think he's feeling a bit left out? And now, Father's coming? Can our heroes get the prisoners out in time? Can they stand face to face and defeat the head madman? What about Paul? What about Taker? How is this all going to end?
Guess we'll just have to wait and see. The battle starts next chapter, be there or be square. ;)