Always a light sleeper, Bayley jerked awake the moment a key turned in the lock of their cell door. Something highly irregular was going on. Guards were not supposed to enter cells during the night unless there was a very good reason. There was no such reason for anyone to be entering Bayley and Becky's cell. Either way, she was about to get caught in Becky's bed, which would be an offense worthy of being put on report.

In the darkness, it was hard for Bayley to tell who it was who came into the cell. The figure was short, so it had to be one of the female guards. It struck Bayley as odd that the intruder was obviously moving deliberately quietly, closing the door without a sound.

"What the hell is going on?" Bayley demanded, waking Becky up.

"Shut the fuck up!" a woman's voice hissed as the mystery figure rushed over to the bed. The voice had a hint of Spanish in it, and more than a hint of New York.

"Vega!" Bayley accused. "What are…"

Vega clamped a hand over Bayley's mouth, pushing her head back down onto the pillow.

"Vega?" Becky asked sleepily. "Huh?"

"Shut up, both of you!" Vega hissed. "You're going to get up and get dressed. You're leaving, right now. Now, quietly…" she slowly removed her hand from Bayley's mouth.

Heading the message about being quiet, Bayley kept her voice down this time as she searched for answers about what the hell was going on. "Leaving? What are you talking about?"

"I work for Stephanie, you dumb bitch. Who do you think has been helping the two of you get those envelopes out for the past month? Now get up and get dressed. Move!" Vega whispered urgently.

"You work for Stephanie?" Becky whispered incredulously. "What the hell?"

"Can the explanations wait?" Vega replied in a heated whisper. "Move your fucking asses, for god's sake. You wanted out of this place. This is your chance."

Bayley and Becky kicked off their blanket and started fumbling around for their clothes, not an easy job in the dark. As they did so, Becky said, "What about Stephanie?"

"Obviously she's breaking out too. What did you honestly think was going to happen when she made a deal to get you out of here with her?"

"Uh, we thought she would hire some fancy ass attorney or something," Bayley said.

"Idiots," Vega sighed. "Come on, hurry up!"

"Wait a minute," Becky said, her sleepy brain still catching up. "We're going to break out of prison? We'll be wanted criminals. Bay, I'm not sure about this."

"Becks, it might be the only way I get out of here; the only way we can be together. Stephanie clearly thinks it's the only way she can live up to her end of the deal. If we want to be together, we have to go."

"If you're sure it's the only way, I trust you," Becky replied, finding Bayley's hand and squeezing it.

"Can we shelve the fucking debate and move?" Vega hissed.

During the exchange of words, Bayley and Becky had hurriedly put on whatever clothes and shoes they had been able to locate. "I have no idea what I'm wearing," Becky said.

"We'll be changing soon enough anyway," Vega said. "Now follow me, and don't wake any other prisoners up. We're going up the corridor past the kitchen and out of the delivery entrance."

"What about the other guards?" Bayley demanded.

"I organised Ambrose and Styles to do something over on A Wing tonight. It'll keep them busy the rest of the shift. And I put something in Stratus's tea, so she'll be taking a nap for a few hours. Now let's get out of here already."

As she quietly followed Vega and Bayley out of the cell, closing the door behind them, Becky struggled to comprehend what was going on. She hated Vega more than she had ever hated anyone in her life, and now here was being broken out of prison by her? And the whole time, Vega had been a McMahon employee? How was that even possible? And if it was, why had Vega been such a piece of shit to her and Bayley, along with everyone else on C Wing? None of it seemed to make even a bit of sense. She felt like, given half the chance, she would still kill Vega for everything she had done to her, but now, bizarrely, her life was essentially in Vega's hands.

Outside the cells, there was at least some dim lighting to allow them to see where they were going, intended for the benefit of the night shift guards. Bayley walked right behind Vega, feeling stunned by the events that were unfolding. Breaking out of the prison hadn't been what she'd expected or hoped for, but if it got her out, she was willing to go along with it. Anything was better than doing hard time. Besides, she had the distinct impression that they hadn't been given the option of staying. McMahon wanted Becky and the BL-04, that was what this was really about.

Bayley had so many questions that she wanted to ask, but she knew this wasn't the time or the place. She walked down the stairs towards the dining area as quietly as she could, then across to the gate securing the corridor that led to the delivery entrance.

Vega cautiously unlocked the gate and ushered them through, before locking it again behind her.

"Now what?" Bayley whispered.

"There's a van outside. We're going to be transported out of here in it. How or by who doesn't concern you," Vega replied. She walked over to the nearby rear door of the kitchen, which she had apparently unlocked ahead of time. She stepped through the door and picked some items up from one of the work surfaces just inside. "There are people helping us who you're not permitted to see. You're going to lie in the back of the van with these on." Vega showed them two black hoods.

What concerned Becky more were the other items Vega was holding – two short lengths of rope and a roll of black industrial duct tape. "What are you doing with them?" she demanded, having flashbacks to being tied up and gagged by Ronda, Charlotte, and as weird as it seemed now, Bayley.

"Stephanie's orders," Vega said simply. "Hands in front."

"Not a fucking chance," Becky said defiantly.

Something changed in Vega's eyes. She was no longer the prison guard who liked being a bitch for the sake of it. She was a dangerous woman who wasn't going to take no for an answer. "You made a deal with Stephanie. She gets you out of prison, both of you, you work on the computer chip for her. You're being broken out of prison, as agreed. You're not going to be harmed, you just can't be allowed to see the people who are helping us, and we can't risk you making any noise. So, for a couple of hours, you're going to have a bit of discomfort. After that, once we've changed vehicles a couple of times and gotten a long way from here, you'll be untied. Now, are we going to do this, or am I going to fuck you both up and drag your asses out there?"

"I'd like to see you try," Bayley said aggressively.

Vega cocked her head slightly, looking Bayley right in the eye. "Would you?" she asked in a flat tone that had serious danger behind it.

Suddenly, Bayley knew that wasn't a fight she wanted to get into. Vega was short, but that meant nothing. God only knew what she was capable of. It was best not to find out.

"Bay, it's okay. I don't think Stephanie would go through all of this to hurt us," Becky said. "She could have had us killed a long time ago. Let's do what she says. We're getting out of here. We're going to be together."

Bayley looked at her girl, seeing love and hope in her eyes, not fear. It was all the persuasion she needed. She turned back to Vega and held her hands out, wrists together. "Alright, Vega, have it your way."

"Good," Vega said. She put the hoods and the roll of tape on the floor for a moment and used one of the lengths of rope to tie Bayley's wrists together, plenty tight enough to be secure, but not quite enough to cut off her circulation.

"Never thought I'd be going through this again," Becky sighed as she offered her wrists.

"Boo fucking hoo," Vega replied, devoid of even a trace of sympathy.

Once Becky's wrists were bound, Vega picked up the duct tape, stretched a long length from the roll and tore it free. It was destined for Becky's mouth.

"Love you, Bay. This is all going to be worth it, I promise."

Vega unceremoniously pressed the tape over Becky's mouth, pushing it down tight to seal her lips.

"I know it will, baby," Bayley replied, looking her girlfriend in the eye and trying to convey love with every fibre of her being.

"Jesus Christ, I hope Stephanie doesn't have me keep working with you two," Vega groaned. Clearly romance wasn't a big thing for her.

"The feeling is mutual, trust me," Bayley managed to say, just in time before her mouth was taped shut. Immediately, it wasn't a feeling she liked, being tied up and unable to talk. The tape was thick and sticky, and it definitely wasn't going come off. The feeling of helplessness made her even more sympathetic towards Becky for what she had gone through in the past, and guilty for her part in inflicting it on her. She managed one more look at Becky before Vega put the hood over her head and pulled it down. It almost reached Becky's shoulders. The frightened little squeal that Becky made into her gag made Bayley instinctively want to leap to her defence, but she knew she couldn't, and hopefully, didn't need to.

Without saying anything, Vega unceremoniously reached up and pulled the second hood over Bayley's head and pulled it down to her shoulders. Bayley had expected everything to go dark in that moment, but thankfully there was a little bit of light if she looked down at her feet, since the hood wasn't tight around her neck.

Bayley sensed Vega walking past her, to stand behind her and Becky. Then she felt a hand on her back, pushing her gently forward. "Walk," they were instructed. "Straight ahead to the door, then you'll be helped into the van."

Shuffling forwards, Bayley decided that when the opportunity presented itself, she was going to have serious word with Stephanie about the travel arrangements. No matter how grateful she was for the jail break, it surely could have been handled differently to this?

The slow walk along the corridor seemed to take an age, but eventually Vega ordered them to stop, before brushing past them and unlocking the door. Bayley smelled fresh air, and heard cars on a nearby highway. They were out of the prison!

"About time," a man's voice said. It was fairly deep voice, sounding like it belonged to a big guy.

"These two are hard work," Vega replied to him as Bayley heard a van's door open. "Get them in there and we can move out." It seemed that Vega was still the one giving out the orders.

Bayley felt a large, powerful hand grab her left arm and start shepherding her towards the awaiting vehicle. If her mouth hadn't been taped, she would have demanded to know where McMahon was. Wasn't she supposed to be escaping too?

"Step up," the man ordered. Bayley looked down, trying to see the back on the van through the little gap at the bottom of the hood. Her hesitation was apparently not welcomed. The man grabbed her around the waist and bundled her into the van, sending her crashing onto what felt like a wooden floor. She moaned in pain into the tape as her knee took an awkward landing.

There was another loud bump and a groan of pain – Becky being tossed into the van. With hearing the only thing available to her, Bayley lay in silence and listened to what was going on.

"All set. Let's fuck off." A voice belonging to a different man said. As he had spoken, someone else had climbed into the van. Vega?

The doors banged shut.

"Went like a dream," Vega said. Bayley didn't know who she was talking to.

"Excellent work," Stephanie McMahon said, to Bayley's surprise. She had been in the van all along, Bayley realised as the vehicle started moving.

"I would say sorry about this, ladies, but I'm sure you wouldn't believe me," Stephanie said, addressing Bayley and Becky. "Lie there and be quiet. We'll be changing vehicles a couple of times, courtesy of some associates of mine who insisted we take these… precautions with you. But don't worry, in a couple of hours it will just be the two of you, Zelina and myself. I can have you untied, then, and we can travel in a more civilised manner. This time tomorrow, we'll be at my new compound, which we'll be calling home. Won't that be nice?"

Bayley didn't try to respond. She wasn't even sure if the answer was yes or no. She simply lay there, doing her best to breathe through her nose, already finding the hood uncomfortable and itchy, and feeling the rope around her wrists cutting into her skin. Get through this, she willed herself. Becky was somewhere close by, and they were on their way to freedom, or what their version of freedom was going to be.

A/N: Special thanks to everyone who reviewed last time. Your support is much appreciated.

Much to their surprise, Bayley and Becky have been broken out of prison! They're out, and they're together. It's what they wanted, but not how the wanted it. Will they get away successfully, or will they be caught? Let me know what you think will happen next in a review!