"So, are we all agreed?" Chris asked the group before him. The ones he had chosen to come along with him—Kurt, for his overall strength, Edge, for his obvious quickness, Matt, for his fearless attitude, and Benoit, who would always be his right hand man—they were all in a circle, and all were wearing total commando-like clothing.

They looked like idiots.

But even through that, they were hard to see. Which probably was a good thing, because if anyone did see them they would probably be laughed out of the area. They had found Al's Barn, which was unfortunately nothing like a real barn. It looked like a big metal thing in the middle of nowhere. God knew what it was before they made it into the head quarters that it was now.

There was nowhere to hide their car, so they left it a good mile away and walked it. There was no way Chris would take any chances. So now they were sneaking through a grassy area, and by the time they got there, it was fully dark and none of them could see well.

"What's that hissing?" Edge whispered as they snuck their way to the area.

"I don't know I—holy shit!" Kurt squealed, jumping back. Sadly, Matt was behind him and Kurt and him fell backwards.

"Shaddup! It's not even a poisonous snake." Benoit hissed himself. Kurt got a better look at it. It was so little, and it slipped into it's hole in seconds. Kurt gave a sheepish smile.

"Sorry." He coughed, standing. Matt stood up, brushing himself off, looking annoyed.

"Quit spazzing out, man." Matt grumbled.

"I'm not spazzing out—" Kurt pouted.

"Excuse me! Do you mind we leave the fighting until the time when we're trying to get caught?!" Chris glared at the two, his voice a hard whisper.

"We're gonna try to get caught? You never said—" Kurt noticed the glare he was getting from Chris. "Never mind. Sorry."

"Come on." Chris commanded, leading his little troop closer. Chris led them to a large rock that could hide them all well. They were so close that they could see the details of the building, including the sight of the first two guards they'd have to get through—Kanyon and Tommy Dreamer.

"All right, we need to get them away from that door so that they don't shout for back-up. Edge, think you can get them to chase you?" Chris turned to stare at the tall, lanky fellow Canadian.

"Well, I could try, but I would think one would stay behind." He whispered in reply.

"Just get rid of at least one of them." Chris responded lowly. "We'll take care of the rest. Get out far and beat 'um into submission."

"Sounds good." Edge nodded his head. "Good luck you guys." And like that, he ran out, waving his hands insanely.

"Hey Kanyon, Lita'll never go out with you—you're a fucking idiot." He called out. Chris looked toward them—Kanyon was steaming. Seconds later he took off after him, but Tommy indeed stayed behind.

"Stay here." He commanded lightly to the ground. Chris slowly took the other much more discreet way, and snuck past Tommy, hiding behind the side of huge building. Good, he's not facing me. Chris Slowly slunk towards him, and in an instant, got him. Tommy squirmed in his grip as he applied the sleeper hold he had on him, but slowly began to lose his consciousness.

He slumped down in Chris's arms. Chris kept it until he knew Tommy was fully out. He then proceeded to drag him to the corner he hid and threw him into a small grassy ditch. He rolled down effortlessly, landing face first at the bottom. Too easy. He gestured to the group waiting for them and they quickly made their way to where he was standing.

"All right, we got through the first wave." Chris nodded. "Let's get going." They slowly walked to the door that had been being guarded. Chris peeked in the window carefully to see a huge factory with a lot of big boxes. Is this a storage place? "We split up. Take out who ever you find. Try to keep it quiet."

"Right." The three agreed together. With that, he softly opened the door, pointing to the directions each person was to go. When they all left for it, he did too, in the remaining way. He slowly snuck around, hoping to catch a glimpse of a door or something of that nature.

He heard voices. He paused, inching closer to the edge of a big box he was currently hiding behind.

"Yeah, man, Jericho was taken out by Austin earlier—" Chris realized he was staring at RVD speaking to Hunter, who was glaring as always. Hunter wasn't facing him, but RVD was. He waved a quick hand, and suddenly it seemed like RVD noticed him.

'Get him away from the door' Jericho mouthed slowly. RVD raised a brow, but seemed to understand. "Listen, Hunter—you hear something?"

"No—" he trailed off.

"Exactly. I think your guards are slacking off. Why don't we check?"

"But Stephanie—"

"She's tied up in the BACK ROOM." RVD said it a little bit louder, so Chris could hear.

"Why are you screaming?" Hunter asked, raising a brow.

"Um—no reason. Come on, it's not like she's going to get up and walk away—" RVD quickly covered.

"Fine." He sighed. "I feel like walking around anyway." And so Chris's path was cleared as they walked away. That guy's all right—well, time to be the hero.

He snuck slowly to the door RVD had mentioned. It was small, and the window showed it was pitch black inside. He tried to open the door. Locked. "Shit," he muttered. I'm to close—I can't give up now! And with one mighty punch the window broke to pieces. So much for a quiet exit. He quickly opened the door and basically bolted in, fumbling for the light and ultimately getting it.

The sight left him to pause in shock for a moment.

His hand, which was now flowing blood from the various glass cuts, paled in comparison to what he saw before him. She was on a chair, gagged, tied up—and horribly brushed. They were all over, her face, her arms—everything. She was unconscious, too, which added to the more and more problems of the moment. Chris shook out of his horror and quickly began to untie her. I have to get out of here fast—shit shit SHIT!! Why isn't this thing untying!?

"Chris look out!" he only barely dodged the object that was aimed at him. It smashed into the wall instead. "Ugh!" Chris looked up to see RVD slump down, though someone was still holding his collar of his shirt, someone Chris didn't want to see. Hunter. He hit RVD again, with the steel bat. RVD was twitching with pain.

"Stop!" Chris growled. Hunter stopped in mid-swing, grinning haughtily. Chris stood up. "Leave him out of it. This is between you and me." Hunter let out a puff of air and kicked RVD in the stomach. RVD unconsciously curled in a ball as Hunter stepped over him.

"Naw, you have it wrong, Jericho." His smirk widened. "It's between me, you, and this bitch—"And then he pulled his arm back and swung his bat hard at her. Jericho was quick to action and caught the blow with his hands, which hurt like a bitch and probably tore open his hand even more. He ignored the pain and pushed the bat hard into Hunter's stomach, making Hunter take a few steps back, stunned by the blow.

Chris managed to get the bat out of his hand when he was holding his stomach in pain. He pushed him onto his back and he lay prone on the floor. He let his arm lift in readiness to smash Hunter's head open. "Go ahead, do it you bastard—hit me." Chris hesitated, and Hunter snickered lightly. "You can't do it. You're a weak mother fucker."

And then Chris let his arm drop. It was in a ready position, but not in one where he could really hurt Hunter. "You're right, Hunter—I can't do it. I'm not like you. Now get out of here or I swear to god I will smash you to pieces."

Hunter stood then, and Chris continued to eye him cautiously. And then it happened, the one-second he didn't have his full attention, Hunter suddenly produced another smaller weapon. The blow Chris received to the head almost knocked him out of his shoes, and he flew to the side, in the direction he had gotten hit. The bat flew out of his hands and landed harshly to the ground. Chris sat up, feeling woozy. Hunter was standing over him now, and he had seen the weapon he was just hit with—a wrench.

"You should know better by now Chris—never have any pity on your enemies." He snickered, raising it, about to lay a final blow on him.

Chris closed his eyes, waiting for death to greet him. It didn't come. He suddenly heard a thump and he opened his eyes to see RVD, holding his side with one hand and holding the bat with another. His face was split open, and he was panting heavily. At his feet was Hunter, who now had blood trickling down his head. Rob had just busted Hunter's head open.

"Son of a fucking bitch." He spat, suddenly falling to his knees.

"Rob—" Chris stood up, still a little dizzy from the blow. Rob shook his head.

"I'm fine." He wheezed. "Just—a little beat up, is all. Help Stephanie, man—"

Chris frowned, but did as he was asked. He finally got her free and she slumped against him. It was then Chris's little cavalry arrived, and all three of them gasped at the carnage. "Help Rob out."

And without a word Matt and Kurt helped him up. He was basically going to have to be dragged out, the way he looked. Chris picked up Stephanie carefully. Chris glanced at Hunter's fallen body and shook his head. He deserved that hit so much that Chris almost wished he were the one who had delivered it.

Almost. But the thing was—he never wanted to be like Hunter. He never wanted the anger to take over. Hunter had gotten what was coming to him without him having to do it. It was better that way, because Chris could always say that he was still better then Hunter in every way. Even if it meant he had to curb his anger to prove it.

He followed the group out. They would need to get hospital attention quickly. Very quickly.