Chapter 6 of The Terrible Discovery
Notes for this chapter: None out of particular-everything you need to know has been posted in chapters 1-5. Thank you for reading-and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
"FRAMED FOR MURDER? Whoa! Hold your horses there, big shot!" Shawn exclaimed in disbelief. "What makes you think that we-out of all people are being framed for MURDER? We're former DX for crying out loud! Everybody loves us!"
"Not necessarily everybody, Shawn." Michael said in a matter of fact tone of voice. Just to think of such a possibility was beyond fiction for the lawyer…..in fact it was unbelievable. Who would want to do such a thing was unknown, but Hitchcock could make such a strong assumption due to the evidence they had to back it up. He continued to watch as the two wrestlers gave each other uneasy glances before continuing. "Shawn, Hunter, you may not believe me when I say this….but we're not just lawyers you know." He let his words sink in for a few moments. "In fact, your boss has personally hired my partner and me as undercover agents…..especially for this case. Now that I have made that fact known, what I am going to do is give you a series of instructions for the both of you to follow…..don't talk to any of these police officers unless I or Don is in your presence, understood?" Both wrestlers sat quietly. "Good. Don, if you would please contact McMahon to let him know we are bringing both wrestlers with us." With that, Don grabbed his cell phone and dialed the number necessary to contact the owner of the WWE. In a few minutes, he was on the line with Vince's secretary. Although the lawyer appeared calm and collected on the outside, at least to Shawn, to Hunter, it was a different story. Not that Hunter was the type to falsely accuse, but he suddenly became highly aware of the agitated state Don Smith seemed to be in. Don stood there rocking back and forth slightly while handling the conversation with the person over the line with less ability than he would usually come to expect from a hot-shot lawyer from New York. He continued to stare, as the man glared at him warily for a minute before speaking.
"What?" The man questioned bluntly. Hunter leaned back in his chair and looked over the older, balding man known only to him as Don Smith.
"Nothing…..you get a hold of him yet?"
"…..No!" Hunter held out his hand to the man.
"Here, let me have it….." He stated. Don hesitated before handing his cell phone over to the ten time world champion. "Hey, is Vince McMahon there?" Hunter gave the man, as well as Shawn an odd look of ignorance as he waited. "Oh, then who is this? Who? Hey-wait….." Hunter took the phone away from his ear and handed it back to Don. "Sorry, you must have had the wrong phone number…..here….let me dial the correct number." Hunter dialed some numbers on the keypad and proceeded to get through to his boss. "Yea, is Vince McMahon there? Ok, I'll wait. Thanks, Steph." He said with a grin on his face. He pulled the phone's speaker away from his mouth from a second to address the other lawyer known to him as Michael Hitchcock. "Hey, I think your buddy over there should learn Vince's real number." He gave out a slight smirk before pulling the phone close to his ear once again. "Yea, Vince…..mind telling me what you hired two lawyers for? ...Oh, ok. Yea, because I was just wondering…..names are….Michael Hitchcock and Don Smith. Yea, ok that's cool. Well, I guess Shawn and I will be seeing you in the next few days then. Alright, later." He pressed the 'end' button and returned it to Smith. "Man, you really, REALLY need to learn the right fucking phone number! Question-who were you were talking to just now?" Michael gave Don a look of ignorance as Hunter waited for his question to be answered. He was sick of waiting on these hot shots, however, he just wanted to get out of there and leave the city with Shawn for good! As he sat there in the chair next to Michaels, he had a sensing feeling that there was more to what he had just stumbled upon than any answer he was going to receive from this bunch.
"Uh, well…..some woman answered and told me to hold….so I did….." Hunter gave him a quick glimpse.
"You mean to tell me that you were on the phone talking to someone for the past ten minutes, and yet you had no idea who it was……? You're kidding me, right?" To this, Don shook his head. "Can we go now?" He looked over both lawyers before getting out of his seat, grabbing Shawn's arm in the process. Shawn stood up beside him, appearing slightly nervous. "Because we ARE! You want to talk to Shawn or I, your asses know how to get in touch." Then Hunter pulled Shawn along as he made his way through the door and out of the building's main exit. Once out in the parking lot, Shawn grabbed Hunter around the shoulders and stopped him in his tracks.
"Hunter, you don't actually believe that we're being framed, do ya?"
"Well, I don't know Shawn-it could be possible. You see how that one guy was acting….?"
"Yea…that Don fellow," Shawn inquired, "I don't know about you man, but to me something doesn't seem right." Shawn let go of him and followed his partner to the car.
"Shawn, just get in…..we'll talk more about this on our way back to the hotel….." Hunter got into the car and slammed the door shut, allowing only a moment of time for Shawn to do the same, before setting the automobile in motion.
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I watch those two fags get into the car and drive off….unaware that their time together is about to be cut short. I put the car in drive and speed off after them… hoping I will get at that faggot before Hunter gets him to safety, first.
I drive down the road even further and follow that damn piece of shit Hunter calls a car out to the highway-and they haven't even noticed me yet-those dimwitted assholes!
Of course…..the stalking part of the hunt is always fun…you learn a lot of things in this phase of the game you know.
Like for example….I learned by stalking my favorite victim, Candice, that she liked to go meet Vince McMahon himself at a private suite somewhere and fuck him for free-hell, as long as that slut could get whatever the hell it was she wanted, she did it. Though myself, I would never EVER fuck that holy god damn bastard even if my fucking life depended on it….not like it will-Vince is not brave enough to take me down-I know that for a fact. Or so I've been told. My phone then rings….and I peer down at the caller I.D to realize it's my boss, checking in to see if I'm doing my job.
"Yea," I tell him sincerely. I wait, and he begins to give me the next set of orders.
"Follow those bastards and tell me where their trail ends up. I need to know by midnight tonight. I will deliver your money to you by morning. Meet me at our hide out so I can pass the cash. Is that clear?" I smile….as clear as it will ever be!
"Whatever you say, boss. Want me to finish the job off now?"
"No. Wait until we have them just where I want them to be….then you may do whatever the hell you want. That'll be your reward." Working for the boss can be justly satisfying….do whatever the hell I want….hmm…doesn't sound too bad. I continue to grin from ear to ear as I follow these gay bastards down the highway some more until we come up to a exit. They turn off, still unaware of me lurking behind them. Ha-ha, just the way I like it.
I slam the phone down after the call is done, and I cost my way through this so called 'town' they have here in the southern portion of Chicago city. What a dump, I remind myself. After fifteen minutes or so…they finally come up to the hotel-a Holiday Inn, interesting choice…yea, if what you're wanting is to get wet and wild on a night out! Those WWE sluts! There can never be enough of them, can there? This just figures! I take out a notepad from under the dashboard and scribble down the address listed for the hotel posted on the main announcement sign directly in front of the main building. I smile again as I pull into reverse, and head back to the secret hide out to await the next line of directions from the boss himself.
Just as I pull off from the exit ramp, I spot one of the other divas from the damned WWE driving in her car on the other side of the road…..Aww, and would you get a load of who it is this time….Mrs. Torrie Wilson-the Playboy slut of the world! Oh! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!
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To Be Continued….
A/N: Ok, this may have been satisfactory, or may not have been. Let me know what you think…thanks!