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Chapter 6

Moments later, the boys pulled into a high class neighborhood with huge houses, and once they reached Laurinaitis's posh place, it looked no different than the other places in the area. Just as expected.

"Wait, wait, hold on." Dean announced. "The last time the three of us did this, it got a little...messy."

"No, it was awesome." Seth muttered.

"No, here's what we're gonna do. In the event that Laurinaitis isn't here, just me and Rome are gonna go in, you stay here and be our lookout."

"What? Are you kidding me, that's awesome! The lookout! I don't know what the guy looks like, though." he replied.

"It doesn't matter." Roman replied.

"Doesn't matter. Just assume that it's Laurinaitis, send us a signal." Ambrose explained. "Okay?"

He nodded and sighed, feeling a bit nervous while he handed him the car keys. "Ok."

"Good, get in there, then." Reigns replied as they headed off.

"Hey, wait. I'm gonna honk the horn six times." Rollins called while they turned around.

"Did he say six?" Dean questioned.

Roman quickly shook his head. "No! No! No! Something much more subtle."

"That's too many." he agreed.

"More subtle?" questioned Seth.

"Mmhmm." Reigns agreed.

"Four honks?"

"Can you honk once?" asked Dean.

"Are you kiddin' me?"

"No."

"People honk once all the time! You're gonna be running in and out of the house." Seth tried to reason with them.

"Oh, come on, man. We'll know it's you." the two replied, wanting to end the argument already.

"Hey, that kind of tone's going to get you-"

"Seth, Seth. Two honks?" Roman decided. "Please?"

"Alright. Two honks. Fine!" he sighed.

Dean nodded. "Two honks. Tap-tap."

Seth nodded along. "Okay." And with that, Dean and Roman slowly headed towards Laurinaitis's place. Meanwhile, Rollins was still mulling over his job, making sure he wouldn't screw THIS one up, too. "Two very long, very slow, honks."

Meanwhile, Roman and Dean snuck up to the front porch which was camouflaged by shrubs. They peeked inside.

"Anything over there?" Roman called.

"Err...nope, we're good." Ambrose replied. "He's definitely out."

"All right, looks like the coast is clear." he nodded, looking up at the place. "Maybe we can find a way in upstairs."

"Yeah, or maybe there's a WINDOW open..." Dean said, before slowly picking up a fairly larged sized rock and tossing it to Roman. "Or better yet...this could make things easier, huh?"

Reigns chuckled. "I like the way you think. Stand back."

As he was about to toss the rock towards the door, Ambrose cried, "NO, man, what are you doing-"

But Roman tossed the rock towards the door anyway. And the rock itself broke instead. He blinked in confusion. "Holy shit. I broke a rock."

"Dude, obviously this is one of those hide-a-key fake rocks," he replied, picking up one half of the rock and sliding out a hidden key.

Roman blinked in surprise. "Oh. Yeah, I-I knew that."

"You weren't just gonna throw a rock through the door..."

"No, of course not!" Reigns exclaimed. "No, I wanted to...open it."

"Like a real cat burglar." Dean chuckled as he slowly and quietly opened the front door.

Looking inside the spacious area, Roman whistled in approval. "Wow."

"Now this is just recon, ok?" Dean reminded him as they crept through the dark place.

All was quiet as they continued to make their way through, until a gray cat leapt over Dean's head and towards the other side of the room with a loud "MEOW!"

"GOD!" Ambrose cried, startled.

The cat looked down at them.

"Hey, hey. Just a cat." Roman assured him.

"Outta fuckin' nowhere!"

"It's just a cat, we're good. Let's go upstairs, c'mon."

Dean cautiously looked around for any more cats, and then rushed to join his friend.

Meanwhile, out in the car, Seth was belting out to a song on the radio instead of looking out for Dean's boss.

"They call me 'hell'

"They call me 'Stacey'

"They call me 'her'

"They call me 'Jane'

"That's not my name!" *clap clap* "That's not my name!" *clap clap* "That's not my name!" *clap clap* "That's not my name!"

"They call me 'quiet'

"But I'm a riot

"Mary-Jo-Lisa

"Always the same

"That's not my name!" *leans back* "That's not my name!" *leans back* "That's not my name!" *leans back* "That's not my name!"

Back in the house...

Roman and Dean quietly made their way upstairs when...

"MEOW!"

"Oh, goddamn it!" Roman cried, holding Dean, who was startled again by the random cat. "Jesus, how many cats do they have?"

"It's the same one, I think." Ambrose replied.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Quick little bugger, huh?" Reigns chuckled, before stopping to look at a wedding picture of Laurinaitis and his much younger, much more attracive wife, Candice. "Whoa. Is this Laurinaitis's wife?"

"Yep, that's her."

"Man, she is hot!"

Dean nodded. "She sure is. Here we go."

"Tell you what, I'd like to bend her over a barrel and show her the fifty states. You know what I'm sayin'?" Roman chuckled, glancing back at his friend.

Ambrose slowly shook his head. "I don't know what that means."

"It's a saying."

"I don't think so."

"No. It is! It is! Yeah. People say that." he chuckled.

"I haven't heard it."

"I...I've definitely heard people say that."

Dean blinked. "I'm not gonna argue with you. Let's continue the recon."

Roman cried, "Well, that's definitely a phrase."

"It sure isn't!"

"Yeah, it is. It's from a book. The Great Gatsby, maybe?" he explained as they headed off.

"All right, let's just look for an address book, day planner, anything." Dean instructed once they entered a bedroom.

"Ok. Wow, they got pictures of more cats here. These people fucking love cats." Roman observed.

Back outside, Seth was now playing Angry Birds on his phone while finishing the rest of his PB&J, and after he got the win, he chuckled to himself while he quickly tossed the wrapper out onto the street. Little did he know, Laurinaitis himself came jogging down the street and noticed this. He slowly stopped and picked up the wrapper before turning to Seth and catching his attention.

"Hey, schmuck face?"

Seth turned to him.

"You wanna tell me what you're doing littering on my street?"

"I think what happened..." he began, clearing his throat. "...was that the wind blew it out of my hand."

"I don't care if the wind blew it out of your twat. Now why don't you take this piece of shit car, and get off my fucking block." he demanded.

"I don't know why you're mad at the car, but I don't think we should get hostile right now."

"Hostile? You wanna see hostile? How about I go in my house and I get my gu..." he stopped in mid sentence. Soon enough, he started to choke as he inhaled some of the peanut particles from the wrapper. Seth had no clue what was going on, though.

"Uhh. What's goin' on with you?"

"...Peanuts!" he choked out.

"...Penis?" Rollins misheard him, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

Laurinaitis fell to the ground, going into anaphylactic shock.

"Oh, peanuts!" he realized, quickly stepping out of the car. "That was a PB&J in there, are you not good with peanuts?"

He groaned in reply and gestured down to his leg.

"What? What are you pointing at? Here?" he cried, reaching his leg and slipping out an epipen. "Oh, I got it! I got it, what do we do?!"

He pointed towards his own chest, but Seth was busy trying to read the instructions from the epipen. "Wait, wait, I-ok I got it, point it at your chest! I got you, I got you, man..." he began, ripping open his jacket and with a large thrust, jabbed the pen into his chest.

"UHHH!" Laurinaitis groaned, nearly leaping off of the ground.

"AAH!" Seth cried along. "Are you good? Did I get you?! No? All righty then, AHH!" he cried, about to stab him again.

Meanwhile, back in the house, Roman looked out of the window before seeing the scene going on in the street. "Whoa. Whoa, dude, come here."

"What?" Dean called.

"Hurry! Look at this!"

"GAH!" Seth cried, stabbing Laurinaitis again.

Dean eyed down the guy on the ground and his eyes widened. "Oh shit! That's him!"

"That's Laurinaitis?!" Roman cried, shocked.

"Seth's killing him!"

Meanwhile...

"I'll hit you again, ok?" Rollins cried, nodding. "AAH!"

While he stabbed him again, the boys watched on, still in shock.

"Whoa!" Ambrose cried. "He's doing it!"

"He's really fucking doing it?!" Reigns cried. "This is the recon stage!"

"Oh, shit!"

"Uh, uh, we gotta get outta here. C'mon!" he cried, dragging Dean off.

"Yeah, let's go, let's go!"

Roman tried to rush past him, but tumbled over a couch and didn't realize something huge - the phone that he'd stolen from Bishcoff had slipped out of his pocket and onto the floor.

Back outside...

"Ok, I'm pushing on it...okay, little dabs." Seth continued, still on top of Laurinaitis. "Little dabs..."

"Uhhhhh..."

"Okay, how about your neck?" he exclaimed, jabbing the needle there while he cried out yet again. While they were distracted, Seth didn't see Dean and Roman fleeing the house and leaving him to take the fall.

"Okay, almost there, almost there!" Rollins exclaimed, still stabbing him while another car quickly pulled up to the scene. It was Laurinaitis's wife, Candice.

"Oh, my God."

"Hey, hey, over here, quick!" Seth cried, waving her over.

"What's going on? What are you doing?" she cried, rushing out of the car and joining them. "What's happened?"

"I think he's doing okay, do you know this man?"

"Of course I do, he's my husband!" she kneeled down to him. "Sweetie, honey? Sweetheart, are you okay?"

He groaned happily and sat up. "Ah!"

"Aah!" Candice cheered, clapping.

"There he is! Hey!" Seth weakly cheered along.

"Ow..." he said, getting his voice back. "What did you do to me?"

"I saved you with your thingy!" he exclaimed, holding up the epipen. "It was incredible!"

Laurinaitis continued groaning as he stood back up. "Thank God, sweetie! He saved your life!" Candice exclaimed, smiling towards Seth. She wrapped him in a more-than-friendly hug and kissed his cheek. "You saved his life, mwah, mwah, mwah..."

"Okay. It's cool." he smiled a bit.

"What's with the hugging?" he demanded.

"I saved your life, man!" he cheered, sending him a thumbs up.

"Sweetie, I am just so grateful that he was here! You could've died!" Candice exclaimed.

"Yeah, I'm sure you are grateful that he was here." he replied, sternly. "You-You know this guy?"

"No, no."

"Are you FUCKING this guy, Candice?!"

"No!" Seth cried, surprised.

"What were you doing out here? Were you waiting to fuck my wife?"

"Dude, I just met your wife, I don't know what the fuck's happening. You want your thing back?" Rollins asked quickly.

He frowned and snatched it from him. "You better get the fuck outta here."

He nodded. "You got it."

And while he climbed inside the car, Candice quietly scolded her husband. "What-what are you doing? You should be THANKING this young man! Why are you being so suspicious?"

"I know you sleep around..."

In the meantime, Seth began to drive off, slowly honking his horn twice in hopes that his friends (who had left minutes ago) would sneak out and join him.

Meanwhile, Dean and Roman were walking side by side on a sidewalk, away from Laurinaitis's neighborhood and were mulling over what their friend had just done.

"You realize we're all going to jail because of that fucking idiot, right?" Dean announced, pissed.

Roman quickly shook his head. "I can't go to jail! Look at me! I'll get raped like crazy!"

"They'll fuck me too." he glanced at him.

Reigns paused to eye Dean up and down, scoffing. "Yeah. Totally."

Ambrose stopped to glare at him. "I'd get raped, just as much as you would."

"No. No. I know you would." he smirked.

"You think you're more rapeable than I am?" he demanded.

"Dean. Dean, I'm not saying anything like it." the Samoan said calmly.

Before they could argue any more, the sound of an oncoming car startled them.

"Oh, shit-" Roman began, but they stopped walking once they saw that Seth had pulled up to the curb. Stepping out, he chuckled away and began, "Haha, holy shit. Did you guys SEE me out there?"

"Yeah, we fuckin' saw you, Seth." Dean said, none too amused.

"Shh!"

"We saw that."

"How cool was that?" he smiled.

"It wasn't cool! At all. We come here to gather information and you start stabbing Laurinaitis to death in front of the whole neighborhood?!" Ambrose demanded.

Seth blinked, confused. "That was Laurinaitis?"

"Who'd you think you were stabbing?"

"I wasn't stabbing anyone, he had an allergic reaction to some peanuts and I...I rescued him, y'know what I mean? He had a little allergy shot on him and-and I jabbed him with that, but I was just saving his life." he explained with a light chuckle. "I saved a man's life!"

Hearing this, Ambrose realized something. "Hang on a second! So my boss, who we're thinking about planning to kill, is dying in front of you and you saved his life?"

Rollins meekly looked around. "...Well, that sounds bad when you say it like that."

Dean gave up on him. "Ok. Can...can you open the door?"

"Yeah, yeah." Roman replied before glaring at Seth. "That's not cool."

"But, I didn't...I didn't know it was Laurinaitis!" he argued, while he and Dean stepped into the car.

"Push the button!" Dean called, not wanting to hear it.

"See, this is why I need to know what people look like, man! You can't just..."

Seth's rambling was muffled while Roman stepped back into the driver's seat and Dean rode shotgun. "Rome, can we just leave him out here, give him a time out or something, please?" he asked.

"Yeah." he agreed, locking the doors while Seth tried again and again to break in.

"Hey, make up your fucking mind! It's like-" Rollins stopped, realizing that he was locked out. "What is this?"

"You gotta admit, at least we got some pretty good intel tonight, I mean, Laurinaitis is deathly allergic to peanuts." Dean realized, turning to Roman. "Plus, Bischoff's got a huge stash of cocaine, so..."

"Are we playing this game? Really?" Seth demanded, pacing around the car.

"Yeah, so all we gotta do is figure out how to get peanuts into Laurinaitis's house and put some poison into Biscoff's coke, right?" Roman agreed.

"It's very easy to think that Biscoff got a bad batch of cocaine." Ambrose replied.

"Are you seriously locking me out of the car? Like we're in 8th grade?" Rollins continued.

"And what about Laurinaitis, he's always got that injector thing on him, right?" replied Roman.

"He doesn't shower with it."

"Well then we'll put some peanuts or something inside his shampoo, I guess?"

"That would be a couple of fatal accidents that we're not even there for." Dean agreed.

"Motherfucker Jones would be so proud." Reigns realized.

"I know." he added, while Seth kept knocking on the car's windows, growing extremely annoyed and impatient.

"Gettin' old." Seth muttered.

"All right, so what do we do about Seth's boss?" Dean asked.

"Well I can stake her out tomorrow, I guess." Roman replied.

Meanwhile, there was a loud bang from the outside of the car, coming from Seth. "A man has his limits!" Then, he proceeded to kick the car over and over again. "UH! UH! UH!"

Ambrose sighed. "Get him fuckin' HOME."

Reigns sighed and unlocked the door, finally letting a pissed off Rollins back in. "VERY funny. VERY funny, guys." he announced, glaring between them both.

"Well, we have one thing to figure out, if you want to help us out." Roman announced. "If we were in prison, who do you think would get raped more?"

"Oh. Dean." he answered coolly.

Reigns looked a bit disappointed. "Really? Why?"

"Cause it's about weakness and vulnerability."

"Good enough." he shrugged, while Dean mindlessly bonked his head against the window.

"You know?" Rollins agreed.

"Yeah, it is. It probably would be." he agreed as they drove off.

"Locked out of the car though, that's bullshit..." he muttered.

"I hate you both." Ambrose announced, still upset over their little argument.