February 19th, 2012

Stamford, Connecticut

WWE Headquarters

Dean watched as Roman practices with an M4 rifle at the shooting range. Roman taking his time with precise shooting, making use of every bullet. Once his clip finishes, he passes it to Dean who steps up.

"Whenever you're ready."

Dean gives a thumbs up. Roman activates a new target. Dean goes full Terminator, completely spraying the paper target, tearing it to shreds. He empties the clip and slings the rifle over his shoulder. Roman shakes his head as his watch goes off.

"Hunter, what's going on?"

"You and Ambrose get on up to my office. It's time to meet your new teammates."

Hunter hangs up immediately. Dean walks over, rubbing his chin.

"Did he say 'teammates', as in more than one?"

"Sounds like it. I can't wait to see this."

They pack up and go to Hunter's office. Inside sits Hunter, Tyson Kidd and a new face.

"Gentlemen, thanks for coming so quickly. As you know, Seth won't be working with you for a while. Even upon his return, I'll have him doing other tasks on my watch. So for now, here are his replacements. I'm sure both of you know Tyson Kidd."

Tyson gets up and extends his hand.

"I'm really excited to work with you. Me and Seth talked, trained together a lot. I know most of his stuff. With me it'll be like he never left."

Roman shakes his hand. Tyson extends his hand to Dean who flips him off. Still smiling, Tyson gives a pat on the shoulder instead. The new guy stands up to introduce himself.

"Apollo Crews, pleasure to be here. Worked FBI for over 7 years. Forensic specialist. Hunter brought me in last month."

"Mr. Crews' background can be useful for indentifying people or unknown samples. Very good eye for spotting what others don't. Athletic as hell too."

"So Hunter, two guys instead of one?" Asked Roman.

"Is that a problem?"

"No, just checking to see if there wasn't a third guy about to pop out."

"I chose two because I considered the idea of expanding Black Cerberus. With Cody on the shelf, BC is our top team. In fact, your're the only team. We've been looking for more top recruits like Apollo here. You guys get to know each other. Next week we'll be taking out a drug lab in Detroit."

"Drug lab?"

"Yup another hit on Del Rio's business. Thanks to the info we got, things are moving a bit quicker. You'll be going with Captain Lynch of the APA."

"Why? You just hired two guys to come with us." Said Dean.

"I know, but it's an order from the higher ups. If you'll excuse me, I have a phone conference."

The new Black Cerberus shuffles out to the hallway. All four looking at one another, in complete silence.

"This is probably awkward, but I just want to say that I'll do the best I can." Said Crews.

Dean leaned on Crews' shoulder.

"No pressure here. You guys are probably more qualified than us. I'm not even sure how we're alive after some of the shit we pulled. I say dumb luck. Lets all try to learn from each other. That sound good?"

Everyone nods in agreement. Dean slaps Roman on the chest and walks off.

"I'll see you boys later, I got somewhere to be."

"Where you off to?"

"I got some private business to take care of, DAD!"

Dallas, Texas

Becky's Home

"As long as he treats you right. Do you wrong, and he's dead." Proclaimed Charlotte.

Becky pulls clothes from the dryer. Her phone in the back pocket with Charlotte on speaker. She heads to the bedroom to begin sorting.

"His exterior may be a little rough, but the guy is pretty chill. When he wants to be."

"Don't you remember when we all first met? He literally said he was insane."

"He was obviously joking."

"Fooled me. Hold on."

Charlotte puts out a cigarette as she finishes dinner. Vegan beef stew, with brown rice.

"LEO! DINNER!"

Leo comes running out in his Super Mario pajamas, taking his place at the table. Charlotte brings two bowls and sits down, placing her phone next to her food.

"I'm back."

"Hi Aunt Becky!"

"Hey Leo, what you doing?"

"Eating dinner wit my mom."

"That's whats up. I was thinking, we should go to Ocean City for your 8th birthday this year."

"Ohh snap! Mom for real?"

"As long as you keep doing good in school."

"I will. Thanks Auntie."

"So Dean's coming over?"

"Driving over and staying for a few days. I like having him around. Besides Sami, he's the only guy I can relate with."

"How so?"

"We both have nightmares about our past. We're there for each other in times like that. Guy had a rough childhood. He won't say it, but I think we have a strong emotional connection."

A knock comes at Becky's door. She wasn't expecting anyone, nor was she friendly with any neighbors.

"Who is it?"

No answer but another knock. Becky walks over to look through the peep hole. Whoever it was, blocked it.

"If you're trying to sell me something, fuck off."

"You're gonna talk like that to family?"

Becky paused, thinking about who this could possibly be. Only one person it could be. She yanked the door open and there stood her brother, Finnegan Lynch. His face plastered with a huge smile. Becky looked him up and down. The hair, accent, Marvel themed sweatshirt. It was definely her brother.

"Char, I'm gonna call you back tomorrow."

She hugs him tightly. Her heart beating at a thousand times per second. Finn put his arm around her, showing some affection.

"Guess I don't need to ask if you missed me?"

"Of course I did."

"How you doing buddy?" Asked Dean walking up.

Finn and Becky let go of each other. She grabs Dean's arm and pulls him over for a kiss.

"Dean, remember my brother Finnegan?"

Dean looks at him, a little suspicious.

"That's your brother? The one who you haven't heard from in years?"

"Yes."

"You must think I'm stupid."

"Wha? No! Dean, its not even like that. This is really my brother."

"I can show you my I.D. if you want pal."

Dean took a deep breath and shook Finn's hand.

"My bad man. Work's been stressful and this has happened to me before. So forgive me being a little uneasy."

"No problem. Can we go sit down, shoot the shit?"

Dean nods and everyone sits in the living room. Becky brings beer for all as Finn exlains his time away. After his release from a 2 year sentence on good behavior, he tried making contact with thier grandparents, who refused to let him see Becky. With no home to go to, he took a fishing job with a company who hired reformed ex-cons. He spent a lot of time working there and rebuilding his life. Eventually hearing about his little sister saving a Senator from an assassination attempt. He called the APA offices and properly identified himself through a dna test. Also asking to keep his presence a suprise.

"I questioned wether I even wanted to come see you. You sounded so happy. Then I thought, I need to come apologize for what I did to her. For what I became."

"Finn, that was years ago. We did what we had to do, but we're better now, and you're back! My brother is back!"

"And here to stay. Dean, my man. You taking care of my sister?"

"She drives the car, I'm just riding shotgun."

"Don't mind him, he just likes playing tough. Don't you?"

Dean playfully flicked her hair as she poked back.

"Well you two probably want some alone time. I'll be in Dallas until tomorrow night. You got my number, call me when you're free. We can catch up more."

"You're leaving already? No, stay for a little longer."

"It's alright. I don't want to be a third wheel. You got my number, call me when you're free."

"Absolutely."

They hug one more time. This one longer than the first. Finn kissed her forehead and whispered his apology, which caused Becky to tear up a little. As he left, Becky sat next to Dean on the couch.

"Can you believe it Dean? After all this time, my brother is back. Between my job, you and now Finn, things can't get any better right now."

"About that, I don't feel too comfortable around that guy."

"Who, Finnegan? Why not?"

"Just getting a weird vibe from the dude. Take it from a man who's been locked up, we all don't just come out and live a humble life. I've done plenty of filthy shit for money and every time I got out, I got sucked right back in."

Becky leans back and folds her arms. Her face turning sour.

"Excuse me, who are you to judge?"

"Becky, you know I ain't got a problem speaking my mind. I'm just telling you how I feel. Isn't that what you want from me?"

"Yeah, but don't make wild claims without any proof. Finn put his life at risk to keep me fed and our father alive. Why were you locked up again? Oh, yeah. Fighting, robbing, drug dealing. You used to be a real A plus citizen."

"Know what? Forget i said anything. I'll just keep all my thoughts to myself."

Becky rolled her eyes and stormed to her room, slamming the door shut. Dean took off his jacket and checked his phone to see a missed call from Imani. The only other person he expressed any emotion to. Guess no better time than now to call back.

"Hey Dean, glad you got back to me."

"Anytime. Did you need something?"

"No, just passing a message. Bayley's been thinking and told me that maybe she went a little balistic."

"I can agree with that."

"She also called you a dickhead for ignoring her, but is willing to talk this out like adults. She's on tour until mid March, so I'll call you back then."

"Hold up! Why can't she call me back herself?"

"I don't know, I'm just passing the message. So are you coming or not?"

Dean checks to make sure Becky was out of listening range. No need to get her involved in his own problems.

"I'll be there."