FERAL EDGE

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CLIMB THE WALLS

Shalimar stood listening to Hunter's tales of life in Genomax and wondering just how she'd never met him there. Her brown eyes narrowed as the large man talked. Then her nerves stood up. And Hunter felt it as well. The awareness ran along their spines, shocking hairs on the back of their necks. Both pairs of eyes went gold and the woman turned slowly to face a dark corridor that opened into the hallway. Triple H was close behind, tense in his stance. Shalimar could taste his anticipation. "…They're coming."

"Then let's go." Hunter groaned. Grabbing the woman's hand, they retreated back down the hall. The urge to attack became an annoying itch, begging in the worst way to be scratched. Shalimar looked back as Hunter pulled her down the corridor, and raised the COMM link to speak.

"Lex! Where are you?"

"Shalimar?" The brunette replied. "Brennan, Jesse and I are on our way back from the auditorium."

"Look out. The Dominion has agents in the corridors." The blonde replied.

"Where are you right now?"

"We're headed towards the locker rooms. What about Jordan? Where is she?"

"We don't know." Lexa replied. "We lost contact a while back."

"Wait! I see her, the smaller feral replied. Her brown eyes widening at the dark haired woman in ripped clothing. Randy Orton was close behind with Edge thrown over his shoulder. "What happened to you?"

"Later…How many are coming?"

"I pick up four." Hunter gruffed. "Splinter scouts. We won't make it to the trailers in time."

"Up the walls," Shalimar replied. "They can't pick us up in the rafters."

"You guys go…" Jordan exhaled. "I'll be behind you."

"J, you can't hold off four guards on your own." Shalimar pleaded. "Not for long anyway."

"It'll be enough."

"They're close." Randy said while adjusting his hold on Edge. "We gotta go." The trio quickly scaled the concrete, till reaching the ceiling's iron rafters. Shalimar looked back as her teammate continued down the dark hall. "I don't like this." She told Hunter while poised on the beams. "It's the Dominion. They're equipped to sense her heat."

"Maybe that's what she wants." He growled. "She's setting a trap."

Lexa ran ahead of Brennan and Jesse, her blue eyes wide in a rush of adrenaline. The team had received Shalimar's quick instructions of their location and now headed towards the catacombs. The ferals followed Jordan, racing along the rafters heatedly.

The guys' boots thudded heavily in Lexa's ears as they neared the expected intersection. And the woman smirked as she heard currents sizzling close behind. A small glow had begun to form in her own hand. She was ready for what ever waited around the corner -till she caught sight of the wrestlers in the hall.

"Shit!" The woman gasped while quickening her run. Jericho, Benoit and Batista had gone feral and sensing the impending danger sent them snarling out into the halls. "We should have known."

"I'm on it!" Jesse replied while running ahead. Lexa glanced back at Brennan before quickening to follow. The blond molecular felt his breath pacing, his blue eyes catching sight of the raven-haired woman running towards them from the other direction.

Their eyes connected before she ducked and the first bullets flew past. Jesse easily slide past the trio and massed, deflecting the heated metal. It gave Jordan just enough time to turn and fire. Reddish light curled from her hands, surging into the oncoming agents.

"How long Jess?" She managed, knowing he'd have to exhale soon. When he didn't answer, Jordan moved in front of him. Bullets ripped through her before passing through his then phased body and into the back walls.

"What the fuck! Randy gasped as they watched from the ceiling. The large man tossed Edge onto a nearby rafter, and moved to jump when Shalimar stopped him.

"Don't!"

"What? She just got….shot." Before he could finish, a bluish light had consumed Jordan, healing her wounds. It also gave Lexa and Brennan their needed opportunity. Coming from either side of her, lightning and solar light crashed into advancing agents. Regenerated, fire once again curled from Jordan's hands.

"We have to get to the locker rooms." Shalimar replied.

"What about the agents? We should do something." Triple H growled before tossing Edge over his shoulder.

"No. If there's even a remote chance that the Dominion doesn't know you're ferals, we have to take it. Trust me; my team can take care of themselves."

"Yeah? Well, what about them?" The large man gestured beck to the floor, where Benoit, Jericho and Dave (Batista) were hiding in plain sight. Moments away from the hallway's corner's and the Dominion's view, their eyes burned feral in the resolute darkness. "We have to get 'em up here."

"Any suggestions guys!" Brennan nearly screamed over the exchanged fire. "If we run, they follow."

Lexa sent another solar blast into two more agents. "If you've got a way out, I've got a diversion."

Jesse was now behind them and backing up slowly to check the other halls. His blue eyes froze as Jericho began to climb the wall. Looking up, the molecular quickly glanced Shalimar and the others in the rafters. Y2J didn't think twice before reaching out a hand. "Lex!" The molecular yelled. "Blindside! Now!"

Immediately, the woman let off a solar charge, allowing Brennan, Jordan and herself to cease fire. The trio ran back, as Jericho pulled Jesse up to the rafters. Soon, Benoit had the brunette on his back, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Brennan followed, using his jet propulsion to take of towards the ceiling. Finally, Jordan found herself being yanked up by the belt and thrown over Batista's shoulder. Secretly, she made a mental note to kill him later.