The Mole Chap. 7: It's Only the Seventh Task

A/N: Don't own anybody. Thanks for the reviews and hope you enjoy the rest of the story.

"Rise and shine people, we have to start the next task." Jericho's loud voice rang in the player's ears. Trish pushed him from behind and glared at him.

"Some people need sleep you know. You keep us up late with these test and result things and now you expect us to do a task as soon as we wake up?!"

"Stratus, keep it down. Some people would still like their eardrums intact," Hunter shoved his way past Jericho and Trish.

"Wait for me!" Maria shoved her way past the pair and they lost their balance. John Cena caught the blonde diva while the host fell on his butt.

"Thanks a lot John. Why don't you just catch me too next time?" Jericho was sitting on the ground with his arms crossed over his chest. Lita extended a hand down to her friend as she walked up to the group. Jericho looked up in surprise and accepted it.

"If you are supposed to be the host, Jericho, then I think it would look better if you aren't sitting around on the job." Lita left him standing there as she went after the other players. Jericho sighed and followed soon after.

"Ladies and gentlemen, sorry to wake you up early but I thought you would need all the time you can get. The next task may seem simple but for some reason it might not get done." Jericho eyed Maria, Trish, and Lita. Then he looked over to Cena and Hunter.

"Spit it out man, since you woke us up already." Cena shook his head.

"Yeah, it wasn't like we were doing anything important, like sleeping." Trish chimed in.

"Today's task starts between now and dinnertime. There is one exemption up for grabs as well. The task is you must all mutually decide who gets the exemption. If an agreement is settled, then not only will you earn the 60,000 dollars, but the person who is picked gets to keep his or her exemption. Now I'll meet you all in the dining room at six sharp. Then after we are all seated, then we will find out what is decided."

The five people in the room looked at each other in silence.

"So who gets the exemption?" Lita glared at everybody in the room. "I think I should. Since Edge was the last victim, I might be next."

"How do we know you're not the mole and just decided last night to get rid of Edge. It wouldn't surprise me. You are a smart girl Li, and I won't put anything past you," Hunter said placing his hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off and moved away from him.

"I think Maria should get it," John said. Trish rose her eyes at him.

"Why should we just give it to Maria?" Trish asked her boyfriend.

"Well, we all want it for ourselves or for our guy or girlfriends. This way we will get the money and someone as stu...innocent as Maria gets it." John finished and saw Triple H approaching.

"What did you say about my girl, um my friend." Triple H grabbed John's shirt and lifted him up.

"Stop this fighting! We aren't going to get anything done except waste our time. Lets just give Trish the stupid exemption and that's final!" Maria yelled at the others.

"I don't know about the rest of you but I'm going to go outside and get some air. It's too tense for my liking." Lita walked past the group. Trish tried to grab onto her arm but missed so she called out after the vixen diva, "We still have to discuss this Lita! Get back in here!"

Triple H grabbed Maria's hand and walked out, pulling her along with him. "We need some time away from the others too."

Maria frowned, "But Hunter! Catch you later Trish."

"Come on Cena, we have to catch up to them and find out who they are going to pick." Trish started for the door when John pulled her back. "Don't Trish, they need some time. We will just ask them before dinner who they are picking.

At five thirty the group, well most of the group was assembled in the meeting room. Each one of them knew they had to decide on which member to give the exemption.

"Where's Lita? Has anybody seen her?" Trish asked the group. She was the only player missing.

"If she doesn't get back here then we might lose the task," Maria sadly said.

Lita was seen walking. She looked furious as she talked to herself. "Stupid people. I know one of them is the mole but what if we give the exemption to the mole. It would waste the exemption that one of us needs."

At six o'clock the players sat down at the dinner table.

"Where's Lita?" John asked Trish nervously. They were just about to lose the money when Lita came in a few minutes late. Triple H pulled her down to him as she walked by and whispered into her ear, "We decided to give Maria the exemption. Pick her or else!" He released his firm hold on her and she walked to her seat glaring at Hunter the entire time. Trish and John exchanged a look. Would Lita go along with the plan? Chris entered the room.

"Players, in front of you is a pen and a slip of paper. Write down the name of the player you want to give the exemption to and put it into this hat."

The hat was passed around and then returned to the host. He read the names one by one.

"The first name is Maria. Second name is Maria. The third name is Lita."

The group put their heads in their hands when they heard Lita's name.

"The forth name is Trish and the fifth name is Hunter. That is all now we can enjoy dinner."

The food was placed in front of them but the group had lost their appetite.

"Okay I won't say this twice, who didn't vote for Maria?" Trish glared at the group. "I thought we had an understanding. We were going to win the money and the person could have the exemption. What went wrong?! Was it you Lita?" She looked for the three people who didn't pick the diva.

"Yeah, it was me. I just didn't feel comfortable picking someone to advance and possibly wasting an exemption." Lita said staring into the eyes of Trish. "Would you?"

Trish growled at the diva before turning to the three other people. "Hunter and Cena. I didn't think the two of you would do this?

"Well, I don't do the same things I say. That's life, tough." Hunter smirked at the diva.

"Trish, it wasn't John. I picked you Trish." Maria said quietly. I couldn't just accept getting another exemption. I'm sorry."

"You didn't trust me Trish. I thought you knew me better then that." He left his full plate and left the room. Trish ate a few pieced and then placed her fork down. "I can't eat anymore. I feel too guilty."

"I can't eat either." Maria said. Hunter and Lita ate their plates. Chris Jericho stood up now. "It's time for the next task. Maria and Hunter, since I get to pick two people for this task, I pick the two of you. You must eat whatever is left over to win the money for the task. That means John's full plate, Trish Stratus' mostly full plate, and Maria's mostly full plate. You have one hour so eat up."

He left them alone and the two chosen looked at each other.

"I'm sorry Hunter, I just can't eat. My stomach's still upset from the last task." Maria looked at the plates, tears forming in her eyes.

"Come on babe, lets eat it together." Triple H garbled down John's plate while Maria picked at hers. Tears were flowing freely as she took a few bits feeling sick. They finally finished eating the three plates to add 20,000 dollars to the pot. Now the pot had 181,000. The group met again at the meeting room. Maria couldn't look at the others as she sat down next to Hunter with tear stained cheeks. Trish slowly kneeled in front of her.

"Maria."

"Don't...don't touch me. Just stay away from me all of you! Not you Hunter." Maria whispered when she saw Triple H start to get up. Jericho crossed his arms in front of him and felt bad for the crying diva.

"Tonight after dinner the second task took place. Triple H and Maria had to eat the leftovers from dinner. They finished the other full plates and earned money for the task. Your total is 181,000 dollars and tomorrow you will get the chance to earn some more. However one of you will not get that chance and will be sent home tonight. Trish, go start the confessionals."

"Tonight I try everything to earn some money and nothing goes right. I don't know how much more I can take of this," Trish's confessional ended with her crying in front of the camera.

"I hate them. The players make me feel bad for not wanting to pick myself then I had to eat the other dinner plates. I know I can't take this anymore. I don't want to take it anymore." Maria's confessional ended with her wiping away her tears.

"I thought Trish knew me better then to accuse me of not picking Maria. I would go to the depths of hell and back for her. If I knew about the second task then I would have ate more at dinner. I don't want to take this but I am going to have to." John's confessional ended.

"These people piss me off. I do what I want when I want, period. I take what I can. I know I can take this." Lita's confessional ended.

"I pick whoever I want to. I am a rogue and won't listen to anybody else. I am the game and I know how to play. If I want to change the rules in the middle, then I can. I am taking more then anybody else." Triple H's confessional ended.

"The group has lost so much money because of me. I still have more time before I am revealed. The only thing I'm taking is the group's money." The mole's confessional ended.

They started right away with the questions.

'Which name did the mole pick?'

'Did the mole pick a different name then the one agreed on?'

'Was the mole's name picked more then once?'

'How much did the mole eat?'

'Did the mole take part in the second task?'

'Did the mole cry tonight?'

'How was the mole's reaction in the confessional?'

'Did the mole sabotage one or two of the tasks?'

'What gender is the mole?'

'Who is the mole?'

After that the names were shown on the screen one by one until Lita saw her name turn red.

"Finally I get to leave this dump!" She stormed out to grab her bags and pack. None of the other players went after her understanding that Lita didn't want them around.

Jericho allowed the players to go to bed. One person lingered behind and Chris looked at the person.

"What do you want?" The person asked grumpily.

"Answers."

"Well you aren't getting any from me so just go back out there and do your own thing." Jericho stormed by the person and went into his room. "This is getting too intense for me."