Part Eleven

Matt and Lita returned from their talk outside and rejoined their friends in the living room. As they walked into the room, Matt
watched carefully as Lita headed towards the rocking chair, then headed for the couch, stopping to pick through the fruit left on the
tray. With his brother's back momentarily turned, Jeff looked up from the video game Edge and Shane were playing to check on his
friend.

"You OK?" he mouthed. Lita nodded, settling herself in the chair. The walk up the hill had been a bit tiring, but she'd never let the
boys know that or they'd baby her all night. She directed her attention to Shane, who had turned off the video game and along with
Edge, moved over to sit in front of the coffee table.

"Ok, now that we're all here. We have some serious planning to do. Everyone is aware of what Bischoff is trying to do, right?" he
asked. He was fairly certain that Matt had brought Lita and Jeff up to speed, but he asked to be sure.

"Yes," said Jeff while Lita nodded.

"Well, I think I have just what we need to bring him down." Shane reached beside him into his duffel bag, removing a manila folder.
He took out the papers that were contained within it.

"What's that?" asked Matt. He peered closer, attempting to get a better look at the papers. They appeared to be copies made from a
book of some sort. Whoever copied them must have been in a hurry, given that they weren't at all centered and some of the pages were
very dark.

"Just a few pages from the personal diary of one Eric Bischoff."

"What!" Edge rose from his seat, reaching out and taking the pages from Shane's hands to look at them closer.

"How did you get your hands on these?" Jeff asked incredulously.

"Let's just say I have a gift," Shane said smiling broadly.

"Man, we know you're into this spy stuff. But, I'm also beginning to think you're a real fruitcake." Matt said. "If Bischoff knew you
had these, he'd have you tarred and feathered."

"Yeah, and then he'd feed you to the lions for lunch," Jeff added.

Edge looked up at Shane once again. "Just how did you get these again?" he asked, holding up the evidence in his hand.

"Well, I had been watching him closely, as you know. Every once in a while, I noticed he had a little black book with him that he
carried around."

"You figured he was too much of a dork for that book to be filled with women's names…" Edge filled in.

"Exactly," Shane continued. "So I figured it must have something to do with his plan to take down the company. "So, one day while I
knew he was at the arena with his new "Chief" Morley, I posed as a maintenance worker and got into his hotel room.

"Man, I don't even want to know how you did that," Matt commented. "Only you… or Jeff … could get away with that."

Jeff looked at his brother and pretended to be offended. "I happen to think it's brilliant. I'm sure some pretty senorita helped our
boy out."

"My lips are sealed," smiled Shane, blushing slightly.

"Anyway, the information there is somewhat incriminating. But it's too cryptic still. It's not obvious enough to stand on it's own,"
Shane said, scratching his head. He continued.

"These look like phone numbers," he said pointing to one of the pages, "and this is what appears to be financial transactions and
account numbers. It's all that's there. But I know it has to figure in with all this. We've got to get Bischoff to confess.
This is our ticket to do that."

"So, what's the next step?" Edge asked.

"Well," said Shane. "I figured we could track down those phone numbers to see who they belong to. Although I'm betting they belong
to Heyman, Lesnar, and the boys of Three Minute Warning."

"Look at this area code. It's North Carolina," said Matt.

"Which means that one more than likely belongs to Flair," said Jeff.

"And if Flair is involved, you can bet your bottom dollar that HHH is too." The boys jumped at the soft voice coming suddenly from
beside them. Lita had been quiet until then, but had risen and joined them across the room without them even noticing it. She now
stood between Jeff and Shane, trying to get a better look at the papers.

"She's right," Shane said. "I've had a gut feeling HHH is in on it too. It'd be the perfect revenge on his ex-wife."

Matt nodded. "That also just took the danger factor of this little game to a whole new level."

"I'll work on confirming these numbers," Edge said, bringing the conversation back to the pages in front of them.

"Ok. What we really need to do though, is to get Bischoff to confess on tape to what he's planning. We've got the evidence, but
we need him to confirm it. That's where I'm perplexed. How do we get him to confess?"

"One of us has to go in there and either confront him with this, or otherwise get him to admit what he's doing." Edge said.

"Well, unfortunately, it can't be me," Jeff said matter-of-factly. When he saw their confused looks, he clarified for them. "He hates
my guts."

"True," said Shane. "I don't think I can either, though. He thinks I'm a big goof who lives in comic book land. I have no real
credibility with him. He'd laugh at me then have me beat up."

"You do live in a fantasy world half the time, Shane," Jeff chided.

"Ha, ha. Very funny."

"Well, Edge could do it. We just need a reason."

"I'll do it," Matt said. "I have a good cover. I've been cozying up to Brock and Heyman for a while now. I can tell him they let me
in on it, and for a cut, I'll do his bidding along with them."

"Um, Matt," Jeff looked directly at his brother. "Did you forget that Brock threw you through a wall last week? I don't think he'd
believe that."

"Yeah, whatever," Matt muttered, raking his hands through his curly black hair.

"Guys," Lita began, but she was cut off by Shane.

"… So, back to Edge. What kind of reason could he possibly have …"

"Guys," she said again and was once more ignored.

"Well, maybe he could tell Bischoff that Steph sent him to spy, and for a cut he'll be a double agent…"

"Guys!" Lita yelled, finally getting their attention.

"What? Sorry, Lita," Shane said. "What is it?"

"I know the perfect person to coerce a confession out of Bischoff," she stated looking them each in the eyes.

"Who?" Edge asked.

Lita crossed her arms squarely across her chest and answered them.

"Me."

TBC