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A/N:  Thank you to all of those who reviewed!!!  I'd hug all of you and give you a cookie if I could!!  BTW, last chapter, anytime that I typed 'amnesia', I meant to put 'anesthesia'.  I apologize for not double checking this before putting the chapter up, but the problem has been fixed.   Now, here is the latest chapter.

8:00-9:00PM

8:00 Batista was the first one outside of the hospital.  They had gone through an emergency exit that the alarm had been disarmed on.  Batista was carrying Chris on one side, and Jay on the other.  Randy and Adam were taking up the rear carrying Shawn.  Rebecca and Torrie brought up the rear, playing watchdogs.  The black SUV was parked right next to the door so as to make a quick exit.

"Load them in."  The driver said, opening the side door.  Batista handed him Chris and Jay one at a time, and helped get them situated.  Shawn was loaded in last, and then all of them somehow piled into the SUV.  The driver sped off right as the surveillance cameras came back around on a loop.

8:03 William Regal wandered through the backstage area of the arena, reading the note that was in his locker room to himself as he walked.  He finished and stuck it in his pocket.  He was supposed to take charge of the show tonight, since Chris Irvine and Stephanie were going to be gone.  He stood at the gorilla position and waited for his music to start playing so that he could announce that the show was under his command tonight.  Right now, he was the happiest he had been in a long time.

8:07 The chief of hospital security entered Shawn's room, only to find three empty syringes, a turned over chair, and an empty bed with an IV post next to it.

"Damn."  He muttered, and grabbed his radio. "All other guards, come back, are you with the wife and child?" he paused.

"Yes, sir.  This is Williams, my team is with the baby now."

"The baby is okay?"

"Yes, sir."

"Chief, this is Madison, my team is watching the wife."

"She's fine as well?"

"Yes sir."  The chief sighed.

"We need a twenty on the husband and his two friends.  They are not in the specified location, repeat, they are not at their specified location.  Those officers that are available, search and sweep the floor.  Out."  The chief clipped his radio back to his belt.  He turned around and looked at the camera in the corner of the room.  He grabbed the radio again.

"Johnson?" a pause.

"Sir?"

"Get me the surveillance camera feed for room 621."

"Right away."  The chief hooked the radio to his belt and righted the chair.  Then he sat down in it and rubbed his temples.

8:15 "So Randy, how's the plan coming?"  Adam asked.  Randy stopped his furious scribbling in his notebook.  He turned and looked at him.

"None of your damn business." He said, and then turned back around.

"I think that it is all of my business.  I mean, I did kill the head of a major corporation.  I think that I have earned the right to know what is going on with this plan all the time."  Adam said.  Batista looked at him.

"You've earned the right to shut the hell up."  Randy snapped from the front seat.

"No.  I've done your little dirty work, and I am tired of doing it!  I want my money now, and I want out."  Adam screamed.

"Yeah, when are we getting paid?"  Torrie demanded.  Randy gritted his teeth.

"Pull over." He muttered.  Before the vehicle had stopped, Randy had already hopped out and was opening the back door. "Get out, both of you." He snarled to Adam and Torrie.  Fortunately, part of Phase Two was to take a roundabout way to their destination, so that they were alone for the most part without any cars.  Randy decided that he had subconsciously figured that something like this was going to happen.

Adam and Torrie climbed out of the SUV and Batista followed them.  Randy pretended to be fishing in his coat for something when he suddenly whipped out a gun.

"You want to get paid so fucking much, well here's your payday!"  He yelled, firing two shots into Torrie's head.  Adam stood stock-still.

"You kill me now, and all of the evidence that I planted will come to good use." He said, smiling.  "You'll be in jail before the sun rises tomorrow."

"You see Adam, that is where you're wrong.  You put entirely too much faith in the system.  I won't spend one second in prison." Randy taunted.  Adam just smiled wider.

"We'll see about that, won't we?"  Randy nodded to Batista, who grabbed Adam's neck and twisted it to the right suddenly, breaking his neck.  Batista let him drop to the ground.

"Damn ungrateful bastards.  You give them an inch and they get fucking greedy and try to do things their own way, which in effect, screws you over." Randy muttered, staring at Batista.  Batista nodded.

"It's a bitch." He said, and they both climbed back into the SUV and took off again, leaving the bodies by the side of the road as the sun began to set in the distance.

8:29 The chief was studying the tape of the room for about the fourteenth time. 

"They knew.  They knew that the cameras were on a timer." He thought to himself.  He watched time and time again as a door suddenly began to open, then the camera cut off, and when it cut back, the room was in shambles.

"This event was definitely planned a long time in advance.  This kind of work had to have been planned almost a year in advance.  For the flawlessness that this plan seems to have, it could almost be two years of planning." The chief thought.  He shook his head, and grabbed the radio.

"Johnson?"

"Sir?"

"Get me a background check on our Chris Irvine.  I want to know what has been going on in this boy's life that made him a target."

"Right away."  The chief sat back and watched the tape again.

8:42 Randy watched as the warehouse came into view.  He smiled. He turned around and looked at Rebecca and Batista.

"Do we have the camera?" he asked.

"It's in the back." Rebecca answered.  Randy nodded.  A groan was heard through the vehicle.

"We'd better get them inside and set up before they fully wake up." Batista said as the vehicle stopped.  The driver put it in park and got out.  Randy, Rebecca, and Batista soon followed suit.  Batista carried Chris and Jay into the warehouse-the very same warehouse that he, Randy, and Chris had been in earlier today.  There were three chairs lined up in a row with rope sitting in front of them.  Batista set them both down in separate chairs and started on their bonds.  Randy and the driver team lifted Shawn while Rebecca followed with the video equipment.  She began to wire up all of the stuff as Randy and Batista worked on the bonds for the three.  A shrill cell phone ring sounded through the building.  The driver brought out his cell phone and answered it.

"Hello?" he asked.  He waited for a few minutes, and then nodded.  "You got it."

8:54 "What's up, Ric?"  Randy asked.  The true Nature Boy himself simply smiled.

"We'll have the video feed at nine.  You remember what the boss man said."  Randy nodded.

"Yeah, I got it." He said.  He and Batista dragged Shawn and Jay's chairs off to the side a little bit.  Batista slapped Chris around a little bit to help wake him up.  His head lulled to the side and he blinked several times to try and clear his head.  When he realized what had happened and where he was he instantly became hard to deal with.

"Let me out of here." He demanded groggily.

"I'm afraid that we can't do that, Chris." Randy said, shrugging.  Chris looked over at Batista, and then looked to Flair and Rebecca.  Flair approached him.

"Listen Chris, you read this word for word when I say go.  If you don't, then the camera goes off and either you, or one of your buddies over there, gets a bullet.  Understand?"  Chris scowled at him.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" Flair yelled.  Chris leveled eyes with him.

8:59 "I want assurances that my wife and child are safe." He said.  "Then I'll do whatever you want."  Batista nodded.

"We thought that you would ask that." He said, spinning the TV so that he would see them on the surveillance.  The screen was split, showing Stephanie on one side, and his baby on the other.  Chris nodded.  It wasn't concrete proof, but it would work for now.

"What is this thing about?" he asked.  Flair smiled.

9:00 "You turning over the company to the 'boss man' and announcing your resignation." He said.