Several days passed. Many things happened. Dean was now the legal father of the quadruplets. It was his proudest moment when he and Adam signed the final papers, and paid $600 in adoption/name change fees.
Adam and Dean went to Saint Luke's Academy and had long conversation with Headmaster Sandow, and the children's teachers. The quads were now Jan, Jade, James and Jordan Ambrose. Dean also signed the papers to take over the quads school fees and lunch cards. He topped the meeting off with a generous donation to St. Luke's.
At Saint Luke's Hospital, the board quickly signed Doctor Justin Gabriel to be the head of the Pediatric Department. The hospital board also hired a no nonsense Administrator, Paul Heyman. He would be tough, but fair. Justin and Paul got along fairly well. The best news came when Hazel Forest returned as the Child Advocate. Her sister had passed and Hazel knew the best place for her was to be with the children who needed her. Hazel loved Justin and they felt like a lost brother and sister had found each other.
Dean was finally able to settle into a routine between Children's Mercy Hospital and his private practice. He loved not being the head of the department. It meant Dean had more time with his patients. John Cena, Brock Lesnar and Dave Batista also settled in and loved the more relaxed atmosphere at Children's Mercy.
Justin loved Dean's old condo so much, he made Dean an offer to buy it. Dean agreed, and moved the rest of his personal things home. Dean had also introduced Justin to Dave Batista. He had hopes for them as friends if nothing else.
Both Dean and Justin bid a final goodbye to Drake Younger. His body had been cremated and sent back to his family. Dean talked to Drake's family and got the distinct impression Drake would not be missed that much. For Dean and Justin, Drake Younger was now a memory.
Adam signed up for an online business accounting class through the University of Missouri, Kansas City. He also enrolled in the surgical nursing course that would start in January.
Seth came to Adam's house everyday to help Adam with his rehab. Adam was doing very well. They also worked on learning how Dean's private practice worked and what little changes they would make.
Shane McMahon had given Roman all his research on international tax evasion. Roman was very pleased. He turned it over to the lawyers who worked on tax cases. Shawn was also very pleased. He called Shane to come clerk two days a week.
Shawn and also arranged everything with Shane's law school advisor at Harvard. Nothing would be lost. He knew Shane's testimony would be important, so the arrangements were perfect.
Another big surprise came when Randy had a brand new Kia delivered to Adam. It was just like the one that had been totaled. However, Randy added a custom installed baby seat/carrier.
At first, Adam didn't want the car. He said he and Dean could easily afford one on their own. Randy insisted. He'd paid for the insurance on the first Kia, so it wasn't really exactly from him. The only thing Randy did was pay for was the new baby seat. Adam finally agreed once Dean said he would take over the insurance payments. Randy agreed. So, a shiny, new black Kia sat in the garage, until Adam would be able to drive again in a few weeks.
It was now Monday, November first. Kenny, Jason, Hunter and Bret waited at a private terminal in the Kansas City International Airport. They were waiting for a flight from Chicago. Vincent Kennedy McMahon and an escort of Federal Agents were due to arrive at noon.
Kenny sighed and sipped a cup of bad airport coffee or was it tea? "I can't get used to Justin not being here." He gave a wry chuckle.
Jason nodded. "I know what you mean. He's happy though. He is a fantastic doctor and those children need him. I also think it helps him forget about Drake." He gave a shrug.
Hunter chuckled. "According to Adam and Seth, Justin is getting closer to Doctor Dave Batista. Adam said at his last check up, Dave gushed about Justin. I think the good Doctor Gabriel will be just fine."
"That's good. Justin is a great guy. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you sooner about his real identity. He had to play it for real. The less that knew, the better." Kenny gave Hunter an apologetic look. He gave up on the coffee and tossed the cup into the trash.
Bret Hart spoke up. "You did it right, Kenny. It was too risky with a rat on my staff. That hurts. Nothing worse than a dirty cop. Still, I knew there was something off about Corbin. He was too...happy. McMahon blew her gasket when Corbin barked and said he was also on Orton's payroll. I don't envy him. He will have a rough time in prison."
Hunter nodded. "Yeah. Either all alone in isolation or taking chances in population. Shawn thinks Lawler will throw the book at him. When will Orton be here from Saint Louis?" He looked at Kenny.
Kenny looked at his watch. "Around three, depending on traffic. But with six state troopers and three of my boys, he could be earlier." He gave a laugh.
"Any word on Flair and his cronies?" Hunter asked as he too threw his half full coffee cup away. Hunter had missed the meeting at the station yesterday. He and Shawn had taken Megan to see Doctor Lesnar.
Kenny shook his head with a sigh. "No. They turned tail and ran when word on the street got out. We got a report they ran to Del Rio in Mexico. We will get them one day. We got our big fish. Here he comes now." Kenny nodded toward the window. A private Lear Jet was about to land. The four law enforcement officers checked their weapons and waited.
At Adam's house, the two nurses sat at the kitchen table. They enjoyed delicious chicken noodle soup and roast chicken sandwiches, all made by Ida. They looked at an office supply catalog as they ate.
"We really need to redo the children's play area. It's alright, but it needs a change. Vesta said she always wanted to fix it, but never had the time." Seth stated as he flipped the catalog page. He had been to Dean's private practice to look things over.
Adam chewed his bite of food, swallowed, then spoke. "I agree. New paint, furniture and carpet. We also need to make the baby area bigger. We just won't tell Dean how much it will cost." He gave a laugh. He had to be careful or he would spend too much.
Adam and Seth were pleasantly surprised when Shane McMahon came into the kitchen with Ida. He carried a large, heavy box of groceries.
"Hi! I was out for a run and saw Ida pull in. I thought she could use a hand." Shane spoke with a grunt as he set the box down on the counter.
"You're a good boy. One more and I will give you some lunch." Ida set down the larger box she carried. Ida was extremely strong for her 50 years.
Shane went out and carried in the third, and largest box. "There, that's all of it. Want help putting it away?" He offered politely.
Ida laughed. "No, son. Sit. Eat. I have a system of doing things. Even Adam doesn't mess with it. Sit!" She pointed to a chair, then turned to dish up a bowl of soup for Shane.
"Thank you, Shane. Here, have my other half sandwich. Ida thinks my name is Dumbo the Elephant." Adam teased as Ida fed Shane.
Ida laughed. "No, but Baby Ambrose needs to eat. Oh, they had a wonderful sale on hamburger. Meatloaf or meatballs for supper? Ida asked as she began to put things away.
"Meatloaf. Then tomorrow, I can have a sandwich for lunch." Seth chimed in as he looked at the children's furniture in the catalog.
Adam laughed. "I ought to say meatballs, but yes, meatloaf please, Ida. With au gratin potatoes? That's Jan's favorite. She is a bit down because she can't play her flute right now." His laughed turned to a sigh.
"Her cast too heavy?" Shane asked, brow arched.
Adam nodded. "Yes, a bit. John Cena and Dave Batista want the heavy cast on a bit longer. Her break is healing, but slower than Jordan's. His break was at the wrist, hers was the ulna. It takes that bone a bit longer to get strong. Dean did change her cast to purple, that helped. But of course, that meant Jordan's lighter cast had to be pink. I am just glad Headmaster Sandow has a strict no bullying policy. As I've said, Jordan would turn the world pink if he could. I was worried all the upset would affect his love for pink." He let out another sigh.
Shane and Seth both let out growls. Seth spoke. "Bullies are the worst. Who cares if Jordan loves pink. Good for Headmaster Sandow."
"I agree. You know, I may find time to finally do the paper bag puppet show...at Mercy. I'll ask Dean sometime. Well, I've got to get back. I have some make up papers to write. Miss Ida, thank you for the food. Adam, thank you too. Seth, take care. Call if either of you need help." Shane stood. He hugged his friends and jogged back to the Helmsley's.
"You know, Megan has a huge crush on that boy. Nancy told me. I just hope...well, Megan isn't a fully healthy child." Adam sighed with worry. However, normal worries like this were almost a relief after all the Randy crap.
At the airport, Vince McMahon was silent as he sat between Hunter and Kenny. Bret drove and Jason rode shotgun. One police car was in front of them, one behind, and there were unmarked cars on either side. They were not taking any chances. It was going to be a long trip.
When they arrived at the station forty minutes later, Vince was moved inside. They took him directly to the holding cells. Stephanie looked when her father arrived. She cringed when she saw he'd been shackled by the feet and hands to a chain around his waist. When they were "alone" Stephanie spoke.
"Father? Are you alright?" Stephanie went to the bars of her holding cell, her father was in the cell next to her.
Vince grumbled. "Yeah. How the fucking hell did this happen?" He lay on his bunk. He was achy from being restrained in heavy chains and shackles.
Stephanie clung to the bars. "We were betrayed. Drake Younger is dead."
"Younger? Betrayed us?" Vince sat up and looked through the bars at his daughter.
Stephanie shook her head. "No, it wasn't him. It was fucking Gabriel, with help from my dear little brother. Finn thought it was Drake, so he poisoned him. He was convinced and so was I. While all along it was..." She let her words fade.
"I should have drowned that pup at birth. So...Gabriel...even his father? Fucking hell." Vince laid back down. He was so angry about everything.
Stephanie leaned against the bars. "I guess so, about his father. Fucking dirty FBI rat on top of it. Oh, he's taken over my ward at Saint Luke's. The board has hired a new administrator. Heyman or something. Uncle Ric and his group have fled, probably to Del Rio. Orton was arrested with me. Talk about angry. We had just agreed on a truce. We got all the sex, he got the drugs. Father, I...was going to force you into a take over. Ha! I thought the new ways were better. Fuck was I wrong." Stephanie growled. All she did was growl.
Vince let out his unique chuckle. "I was going to retire...go to France for a while. No, you were right, I was too stuck in the old ways. I would have advised you, mix the old and new. So, we got all the sex? That was a good deal with Cesaro's connection. Where are they?" Vince turned on his side to face Stephanie through the bars.
Stephanie laughed "So ironic. Oh well, none of that matters now. Our boys are in isolation at the County lockup. I am only here today because of you, I guess. Orton and his men are at the lockup too, in a separate area. They let the boys eat together and have recreation together. I am alone. Maybe they will let you and I be together, at least for meals and recreation. Shane tries to visit, but I refuse. I have nothing to say to him."
"Don't count on us being able to be together. Is our lawyer working to get all these charges reduced or dropped? We pay that bastard enough." Vince asked, brow raised.
Stephanie shrugged. "I have no idea. I've only seen him twice. He's here today, or so they said."
"Cole better get us the hell outta here. Our inside the department guy can help him." Vince stretched as he spoke. He was confident they would be free soon.
Stephanie stared at her father. "You have no idea how much shit we are in, do you? They arrested Corbin. Cole can only do so much. We aren't getting out, father. I'm just hoping there aren't more charges piled up." She was consigned to her fate, even though she hated the idea.
"Fuck! They got Corbin? How the hell did all this happen?" Vince was not a happy man.
Stephanie sighed. "I honestly don't know. I wish now we would have killed Helmsley, but I wanted Shane. Randy rutted Shane out and brought him to the park. I planned on killing Shane and Helmsley and dumping them down into the Little Blue. Then Drake started to choke. He went down and the next thing I knew we were surrounded by fucking cops. Including fucking Gabriel."
Vince let out a sigh. "Well, you tried. I can't fault you for that. Next time, kill the hostage."
"Daddy...I...Chris Jericho...his son, Ash... I wanted it, daddy. Marriage, children..." Stephanie broke down in tears for the first time in a long time.
Vince stood up and went to the bars. He could just touch his daughter's fingertips. "Oh baby girl, I am sorry. Jericho asked if I would object to him dating you a while ago. I approved. Just didn't think it would take him so long."
Stephanie sniffed. "He called a few times, but I didn't realize what he really wanted, till it was too late. At least I got a little time with him and Ash. He is such a sweet boy. He would have been a good one to train to the business." She blew her nose with the provided toilet paper.
"Where is Chris now? You wrote me a text about what Orton did to him." Vince asked as he sat back down.
Stephanie shrugged with a sniff. "I don't know. They haven't said and I won't ask. I haven't said a fucking word to the law and I won't, unless Cole is there." She growled again as her anger returned.
"Good girl. You never talk without your lawyer. My father drilled that into my head. Honey, we'll get out of this, somehow, we will. McMahon's don't know the meaning of the word no. Fuck, blame it all on Orton. Truce doesn't matter now. We'll work it that Orton had us in fear of our lives. If we didn't do what he said, he'd kill us. They can't prove he didn't. It will come down to our word against his. Who has the better social standing in Kansas City. Who donates large amounts to charity? That's why I always out gave Orton. Don't worry honey. Daddy will take care of everything." Vince laid back down. He was confident he could put it all on Orton.
In Chief Bret Hart's office, Hunter chuckled. "Guess they forgot about security cameras. The also forgot it can be admitted to court. Because it is classified as surveillance footage. I gotta say, Vince isn't stupid. He would win in a battle of social standing. But he did forget, Justin and Shane have the evidence against him. So, do we let them stew a bit longer?" Hunter looked at his boss. As the Detective, Hunter was in charge of questioning them.
"We have to wait for Cole. He's with Bálor at the lockup. So, we let them stew. Besides, we will get more information this way." Bret gave a chuckle.
At the Ambrose house, the after school chaos had begun. Dean had brought the children home, then gone to do his afternoon rounds at Mercy. Seth and Ida were up with the children and helped them change into their play clothes.
Adam sat at the kitchen table. He spread a thin layer of peanut butter on graham crackers, then added a banana slice. The kids loved them.
By the time the quads, Ida and Seth came downstairs, Adam had finished pouring four cups of milk. The kids sat down at the table. Seth then started to prepare a garden salad to help Ida.
"Thank you, daddy. You make good snacks." Jade said with a big smile.
Adam returned her smile. "Thank you, and you're welcome. It's about the only thing I can make. I can't burn them."
Jan spoke up. "You can make bow tie pasta. You didn't burn them."
"But they were mushy. Sorry, daddy." James gave Adam a guilt filled look.
Jordan chimed in. "I like daddy's mushy pasta. Can we play outside?"
"Thank you, son. After homework. James, you need to practice your saxophone after supper. Your teacher said you were a bit behind." Adam had gotten a call from Mr. Boseman, the music teacher. He said James wasn't performing to his best ability.
"He..." Jan started to speak but a dirty look from James stopped her.
"Okay, what's going on?" Adam asked in his most parental tone of voice.
James hung his head. "I feel bad playing well when Jan can't."
It always amazed Adam at the deep bond his children had for one another. "Oh son, it's good that you love and care about your sister like that, but you must always do your best. I'm sure once Jan can properly play her flute again, it will make you feel better. But Jan, how do you feel about it?" He looked at his daughter.
"I told him it was okay to play. He needs to practice. I want him to have a solo at the Thanksgiving program. James plays so good. James, please practice and play right." Jan spoke honestly. She loved to hear her brother play.
James smiled at Jan. "Will you help me practice? That page turn is hard with my cast. You could do it for me, you can count measures faster than me."
Jan smiled. "Sure I will help you. You'll get that solo." She took a bite of her snack.
Adam beamed proudly. "That's my good children. Okay, finish up then homework."
An hour later, Adam and Seth sat on loungers and watched the children play.
"Adam you are such an amazing parent. I hope I can do half as well as you." Seth praised his friend with admiration.
Adam flushed a bit. "I learned from ma. She worked three jobs to make sure I got a toy at Christmas. We had a coil heater but she gave me the extra blanket. She supported my dreams. I try to think, how would ma handle this? I just try. Oh, and always count to ten before you punish."
Seth nodded. "That is good advice. I wish I could have met your mom. Makes me wish..." He sighed.
Adam reached over and laid a hand on Seth's arm. "I know. Have you tried reaching out? Doesn't she want to see her grandchild?" He worried about his friend.
"I doubt it, Adam. The baby won't be American looking, to her, anyway. She still can't get over that I married a foreigner, even though Roman was born in Florida. I never knew my mom was so… prejudiced. Bless Roman, he put up with all her snide comments. You heard her at the wedding. Well, Roman's family loves me, so it's alright. Maybe one day." Seth gave a shrug.
"Seth, is she really that way? Could she just be lashing out because of your dad leaving her? You were what, eleven when he left? You were her world, then along comes Roman. Maybe it's her way of lashing out at her loneliness. I could be wrong, but, maybe reach out one more time?" Adam felt bad. He would do anything to have more time with his ma. Seth's mom was still alive. He felt it might be worth fighting for to have a relationship.
Seth looked at his friend. He saw the worry on Adam's face. "I never thought of that. Maybe you're right. But, not every mom is like yours. Well, enough of that. Anything new on the other front?"
Adam shrugged. "I don't know much. Vince McMahon is arriving today. Bob Orton will be here too. I can't imagine either of them will be very happy. Shawn is still petitioning to be on the prosecution team. Roman is too, as you know. Shawn is also hoping Judge Lawler will let the children do video testimony. I understand their lawyer is fighting it. Dean told me not to worry about it. If they have to appear in court, they will be brave little lions. I would also like to think Randy would make sure that his lawyer is gentle with them." He looked over as his children burst out in laughter. Jade was trying to stand on her head with Jan's help. She didn't do very well.
"It's good they are laughing. I was afraid the would regress like they started to do in the panic room. Dean is so wonderful with them. Oh Seth, my life has just…." Adam sighed and closed his eyes.
"Taken off like a rocket to the moon? That's Dean Ambrose. He moves fast, but never carelessly. Ha! Known him for three months and married him. Best decision you ever made." Seth gave Adam a smile.
At the police station, Bob Orton was lead to his holding cell, on the other side of Vince's. Bob cursed like a sailor when the door was closed and locked behind him. He cursed again and sat on his bunk.
"You must be Robert Orton. I'm Vincent McMahon, my daughter, Stephanie." Vince spoke like he was at a grand dinner party, not locked up in a police station holding cell.
"Yeah, I am. Call me Bob. So tell me what my whelp did to fuck up so badly." Bob barked like an angry dog.
Stephanie told Randy's father all that had happened, including the truce between them to what happened at the park. She left nothing out.
"...so after he returned from Saint Louis, all the stuff went down at the park." Stephanie finished filling Bob in on all the events.
Bob Orton laughed from the bottom of his belly. "How fucking stupid could you possibly be, Miss McMahon. Randal never brought the children to Saint Louis. He fucking set you up. Did it not cross your mind to check? Have him followed? That is the most basic thing to do. No wonder the Kansas City district is such a fucked up mess. I always knew my son was a screw up, but I thought your faction had at least some brains and common sense. I see I was wrong." Bob's tone was full of absolute disgust.
Vince stood up and went to Bob's side of his cell. "Who the fu..." He was interrupted by Stephanie.
"Father! Shut up! What the fuck do you mean Randy never brought those brats to you in Saint Louis? We traced the calls, he was at a Columbia relay! Of course he was in Saint Louis. By the way, since you're sitting in the same place we are, I wouldn't be so fucking quick to judge. You obviously fucked up as well, didn't you Mister Orton?" Stephanie barked right back at Bob.
Bob Orton rolled his eyes. "I'm here because my son fucked up...again. I guess I can't fault you if the Feds fucked with his signal. But still, I would have put a tail on him." He huffed as he went to his cot.
"How could I put a tail on him when I had no…fucking hell...you're right. I should have tailed him after the truce. I did fuck up. Maybe I wasn't as ready to take over as I thought." Stephanie flopped down on her own cot. She was so angry with herself. It was basic tactic.
"Well, at least you show signs of being teachable. Oh fuck...look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take it out on you two. My son fucked us all over, I will bet money on it. I told him a million times to get rid of Helmsley. But no, he was too close to Adam. The only good thing my whelp did was give me four beautiful, delightful grandchildren. I wasn't sure at first, Adam lost their first baby and I thought, Randy can't even do that right. But luckily, he eventually did manage it. I told him to just get rid of Adam, leave Kansas City and bring those babies to Saint Louis where they could be raised the right way. But no, he said they needed Adam. Randal never did listen to me and now look at us..." Bob was halted by a loud commotion in the hallway.
"Let me go! I will kill him!" Randy howled in anger.
Hunter got in front of Randy and put his hands on the enraged man's shoulders. His eyes bore into Randy's storm colored ones. "Breathe, son. Come on, take a deep breath..." Hunter spoke calmly, and waited for Randy to inhale. When Randy complied, he spoke again.
"Now, exhale." Hunter remained calm. He had Randy inhale and exhale till the younger man calmed down.
Hunter looked at Randy. "Can they let you go now? You under control again?"
Randy gave a nod. "Yeah, yeah. I'm okay. It's just...Adam and our lost angel. He had no right. Hunter, you know the hell we went through, especially Adam. I have waited for years to stick it to my old man. I guess now is my chance. I'll stick to the our agreement. I'm sorry I lost it." Randy was honest, humble and contrite.
"Good, very good. Now, you're doing great. As far as they know, you're just as pissed off. Ready?" Hunter again looked Randy directly in the eye. And remained calm.
Randy looked at the man who he once thought of as a father figure. "Yes, Hunt. I'm ready. It will make the old man blow when he hears what I have to say. I'm sure you'll get more evidence against him. Okay, I am going to kick off, but the planned way." He gave Hunter a wink.
Hunter returned the wink. "Okay. Go."
Randy started cursing and yelling again. The two uniformed officers had a grip on Randy as they escorted him to the last holding cell. He was on Bob's left side. Randy growled and cursed as he was pushed into the cell and the door locked. The officers walked away.
"Fucking bastards. Dad! When did you get here? What the fuck is going on?" Randy went to the bars on his dad's side.
Bob Orton chuckled. "As if you didn't know."
"What the hell are you implying. Last I knew they had you in Saint Louis. They never said anything about bringing you here. I suppose in true fatherly fashion, it's all my fault. Well yeah, okay I lied. Stephanie I wanted to trust you, but I wasn't sure. I knew where Shane was without putting my children in danger. I had my computer guy, Styles, route my calls through a Columbia relay. Sorry, but my kids were involved. So, I took no chances. You would have had Shane, but your guy, Gabriel betrayed us all." Randy explained, according to the plan.
Stephanie scoffed. "I suppose I can't blame you. After all, we weren't sure about you We did trace your call. Yes, you did find Shane. You're the one that was smart enough to see through his note. Yeah, I will be the first one to admit, we all fucked up. If our lines had been tighter, Drake would be alive and Justin and Shane would be dead. Randy, I think you and I would have eventually found mutual respect." Stephanie sighed. She could see the whole picture, not just bits and pieces.
"Yeah, your sure did fuck up, young lady. How did you not smell the Fed?" Bob growled.
Vince snapped. "That well may be, Orton. But as was said, you fucked up too. You're behind the same bars as the rest of us."
Randy chuckled a bit. "Yeah, dad. Vince is right. You got caught too."
"Alright, alright. Whatever, Randal. So where are my grandchildren? Your mother can pick them up and look after them. I heard about the accident. We can look after them...much better than Adam can." Bob looked at Randy through the bars.
Randy looked at his father. "The children are safe and well cared for, by their parents. Adam has remarried. A pediatric physician, Dean Ambrose. Adam and the children are extremely happy and doing very well."
Bob scoffed. "So what? A step-parent has no real legal standing. You tell Adam you want your mother to have custody." He spoke matter of fact. He said it, it better happen.
Randy walked up to the bars. "Dad, they are no longer your grandchildren because they no longer bear the Orton name. I gave my parental rights to Dean. Their last name is now Ambrose. For once in my life, I did the right thing. I will be down for a long time. The children need two parents. They need to feel safe and secure. You know mother wouldn't care for them, they drive her crazy. She would just hire some strange nanny. Besides, they don't want to see me anymore, because of all the terrible things I did...to impress you. I don't know why I even bothered." Randy went to his cot and sat down. He knew hell was coming.
Bob Orton stared hard at his son. "You did what? You fucking did what? No, I will not allow it! They are Orton's! What the fuck were you thinking? Don't worry, son. I will have our lawyer take care of it. He's on the way from Saint Louis."
Randy shook his head. "It's done and the records are sealed. The are legally and officially Janice, Jade, James and Jordan Ambrose. Also, Adam and Dean are having a baby in the spring. You will do nothing about it. Maybe, when the are older, they will want to see me again. I did the right thing whether you think so or not."
Stephanie McMahon spoke up. "That was a very selfless thing to do. I think I can understand it. When you have children, you would want the best for them. I learned that during my short time with Ash. I dunno, when I did something he liked and he smiled at me...yeah, Randy. I can understand it." She sat on her bunk and sighed.
"Yeah, making your child smile.. it gets you. Even when I had to punish them, they knew I still loved them. I never said anything to stomp on them. I never told them they were worthless. I never treated my children the way you treated me, dad. Nothing I did was ever good enough. I made my first million, you said, is that all. Thanks, dad. Thanks for all the support." Randy too went to his bunk and sat down. He'd finally said a lot of things he always wanted to say to Bob.
Round two of the game had begun How it would end up, nobody knew.