THE CAGE
Part Thirteen – Titan Group LLP
*Disclaimer – this story is completely a work of fiction. All characters are owned by the WWF or are creations of the author. No infringement intended. Any likeness to characters or incidents described is purely coincidental. And all lawyers aren't bad people.
The harsh light from two waving flashlights pierced the darkness of the empty law office. Amy and Jeff slinked from office to office, searching for Mr. McGarvey's office. They stopped every now and then to throw papers around, break a window, and throw a computer out of the broken window. Every time they did, Jeff said a silent prayer. Amy smirked at him.
"Worried?"
Jeff shook his head. "No. But I also don't want to go to jail. Trust a biker to come up with a break and enter plan."
Amy stopped. "Wow, coming from a biker yourself, that must really mean a lot."
Jeff stared at her, unable to come up with a brilliant comeback. "Shut up."
Amy snickered to herself. She stopped at a particularly ominous red oak door, with a gold plate splattered across the top of it. "Hey Jeff, I think we've found it."
Sure enough, the name read 'Howard J. McGarvey'. Jeff shrugged. "Well, lets do it."
The two crept inside, shinning their flashlights on the bookcases and desk. Jeff picked up the first binder he saw, while Amy rummaged through the desk drawers. Jeff replaced the binder, and picked up the next one. "Man, there's got to be like a hundred binders in here."
Amy kept her eyes on her own work. "We've got to hurry. Just pick up the ones that look important." She didn't even see the 'what-the-hell-kind-of-sense-does-that-make' look she got from Jeff. Amy sat up in the leather chair and stared at the computer. She moved the mouse slightly, and the screen flickered to life. Peering at the bright green desktop, she placed the mouse over the "My Briefcase" folder and clicked. There were several folders with numbers she didn't recognize on them. Then she saw a folder labeled "WWF". She clicked on it.
"I feel sorry for that poor sucker." Jeff muttered to himself as he went through a Personal Injury binder.
Amy went through the huge file, scrolling through lists of correspondence. One peaked her interest. "Hey, Jeff, check this out." Jeff walked over and stood behind her. "It's from yesterday." They were staring at a memo that McGarvey had sent McMahon. Both their eyes widened.
"They know. They know that we know. Holy shit Amy, do you know what this could mean?"
Amy looked out into space, panic spreading across her face in a pale flush. "Matt." She stated. The two looked at each other for a brief second then bolted for the door. Running through the office, they headed for the elevators. "If Vince knows, he might already have the drop on Matt and Mark. This whole thing could be…"
Jeff didn't have a chance to finish his sentence. A lead pipe swung out of the darkness from a crevice in the hallway. Jeff staggered under the blow, hand automatically covering the gaping wound on his forehead. He fell to floor on his back, dazed.
Amy gasped and halted in her tracks. The man who had hit Jeff slowly walked out of the darkness. He was a mammoth dressed in black from head to toe. Amy backed up as quickly as she could, but then found her back had hit something. She turned her head only to see another man, this one nearly as big as the other one. He wrapped his huge arms around her chest. The adrenaline started pumping, kickstarting a violent reaction in her. She began to pound the man with her fists, kicking him in the shins at the same time. The other man came up behind her, and tied a rag around her mouth, preventing her screams from reaching anyone. Amy soon found her hands bound behind her, then was roughly thrown over the back of one of them.
The first man hoisted Jeff under his arms and to his feet. Jeff swayed on his feet, blood pouring from the wound, his hand barely stopping any of it from trickling down the side of his face, drenching his shirt. Barely recognizing the situation he was in, he let the men lead him out of the building, into the awaiting black limo parked outside the front doors.