Cena leaned back in his chair, nibbling at a piece of pizza as Batista finished his explanation of what they knew of the last few hours of last night and what had happened since Cena's memory went black. He had dressed himself in jeans and a red hoodie and pulled his sneakers back on, but he kept lifting the shirt to examine the wound left from the cattle prod.

When Batista finished, Cena polished off the slice of pizza and looked at the injury again. "Damn," he muttered. "So, we're just kinda chilling out here for now, huh?"

"We couldn't come up with anything better," Batista said, shrugging. "Every option we have is dangerous."

"Yeah, but doing nothing is just as dangerous and has no good side. We have to get someone to see Rey's alive and look at your paperwork there. And shit, I suppose I'm evidence now too that I've had that crap run through me."

"Maybe so. I don't know how long but there'll be residue in your system for a little while at least." Batista blew out a breath. "What do you think we should do?"

"I think we crash a live broadcast at the first television studio we can track down and blurt everything out."

"That seems a little reckless," Morrison said.

"Reckless might be our best option. Those doctor dudes won't expect us to act so fast and seemingly without thinking it through."

"I think we should do something else first," Eddie said. "We only have one set of these papers. We need to make copies of them so we can't lose them, and figure out some way to secure the copies in other places so even if we lose these, there'll be more."

"Good idea," Cena said, helping himself to another piece of pizza. "We can find a library or anywhere with a copier, run off a few copies, and if all else fails, put a few in the mail, send them off to some places where we can retrieve them later. P.O. boxes or whatever. We can figure it out on the way. We're already settled in here, we probably haven't been followed, and we need to catch our breath, so I guess we should rest for now, then hunt down a TV station in the morning and make a big impact." He picked off a piece of pepperoni and nibbled at it. "Obviously, we should have more than one person stand guard at a time, too."

"How big a television station are we talking, though?" Jeff asked. "I mean, some little local affiliate-,"

"It'll need to be something fairly major," Cena admitted. "We need to get a lot of tongues wagging. Right now, they want to get at us to keep their secret. Once the secret's out, we should be safe."

"Should?" Chavo asked.

"Well, far be it from me to assume that these guys are gonna be decent enough to just roll over and accept defeat. But I don't think they'd have anything to gain from offing us after we've already shown the world what we have."

Batista nodded a little. "They'll probably go into major denial mode, he said-she said kind of thing. Be too busy throwing blame to-,"

There was a furious pounding at the door, and they all froze, glancing around the room as though to ascertain they were all present. "Who is-?" Eddie started to ask, getting to his feet.

"Dave! Dave, open the door! Dave, I know you've gotta be in there so open the door!"

Batista got to his feet, looking a little surprised. "Keith?" He hurried over and pulled open the door, and a black man in a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase, staggered in, panting and out of breath. "What the hell-?"

Rey screamed, grabbing for Eddie and clinging to him. "He's one of them!" he shrieked. "He's one of the demons, he's one of the demons!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Batista said, holding up his hands, stepping between the newcomer and the others. "He's not a bad guy, his name is Keith Darden, he's all right, he was with me and Marcia-,"

"You guys have to get moving," the man gasped out, apparently still out of breath. "Bettler has more people coming this way, they're coming!"

"What??" Batista looked back at him. "How can they know where we are??" There was a split second of silence. "How did you know where we were?"

Keith slapped the briefcase down on the bed and opened it, taking out what looked like a large GPS, holding it out. "They have a tracker on Rey, they have trackers on all their subjects, and they're hunting you down now, and they're on their way, I just managed to get this and get here before them, you have to move now!"

"Wait, who's Bettler?" Cena started to ask, but Batista whipped around, shaking his head.

"Never mind, we're going!" Batista hurried over, grabbing up a bag and flinging it over his shoulder. "Hurry up and load into the van!"

Cena shrugged, going to help Batista grab their things as Eddie scooped up Rey and they headed outside, starting to clamber into the van, Keith coming along with them and jumping into the driver's seat. "Where can we go?" Eddie asked, as he clambered in as well.

"We just have to get away, we just have to get as far from here as we can as fast as we can," he said, grabbing the keys from Batista as he climbed into the front passenger seat.

"How far away are they?" Batista asked.

"I don't know," Keith answered, starting the van and pulling back, starting to drive out of the parking lot. "They're on their way, and I don't think I beat them here by much."

"Who the hell are you, anyway?" Beth demanded.

"I was another operative working on bringing in information on the project," Keith said, pulling onto the street and heading down it, glancing around as he did. "I was further into the inner sanctum, so you could say, so when the siege was supposed to go down, I was still on the inside, working towards keeping an eye on any attempt at sneaking away." He shook his head. "Then that whole mess went down with the snipers and the explosives, and what with moving the subjects around-,"

"Wait, moving them around?" Batista asked. "But the hospital-,"

"Was blown to kingdom come, yeah." Keith shook his head. "When you guys busted in, the doctors evacuated some of the subjects through the back and set to transporting them to the other facilities."

"Other facilities??"

"You didn't think they would keep everything in one spot like that, do you?" Keith glanced over at him. "Dave, there's facilities scattered all over the place. You've only seen this one because they were using you for Rey's sessions."

Josh spoke up from the back. "I thought that hospital didn't seem big enough for three thousand people..."

"Oh, God, no." Keith glanced into the rearview mirror once, then turning again, heading towards the edge of the small city and back towards the highway, driving through what seemed to be an industrial area with office buildings along all sides. "Three hundred there. A hundred of them were removed before they blew the building. The hundred most promising cases...the others were..." He made a face. "Not to par, to borrow a phrase."

Eddie piped up. "You said they have a tracker on Rey, then how is running going to help us?" he asked, looking Rey over as though to find the offending device.

"Well...less on him and more in him, actually. For the moment, I just need to get enough distance between you and them so we can find where it's implanted and hopefully remove it, so then you can slip away unnoticed and do whatever it was you guys were planning to do."

"Implanted? Jesus..." Morrison said.

Batista shook his head. "But if they were so close, how are we gonna-?"

"Look out!!" Josh's voice suddenly broke out, but even as he did, there was a crash, a rending of metal and sounds of broken glass, and the van was jarred and shuddered sideways, knocking the lot of them to the ground and against the smashed wall of the van. Batista grunted as his head collided solidly with the window next to him, and he grunted, grabbing his temples and trying to shake away the wash of darkness and stars that sprang into his vision. Before he could, someone was on him, pushing him down and out of the way, as a few shots rang out, and there was the bizarre pinging and breaking of metal as bullets tore through the van around them, though it seemed as though they were being purposely missed.

"Kane, make it stop!" Rey was screaming, even as he was on the floor of the van, covering his head with his arms, curled up against the seat, as Beth knelt next to him to try and pull him up. "Make it stop, make it stop, please, Kane, just make it stop, please make it stop!"

"It's not Kane!" Batista started to yell back, but the person pushing him down, Keith, interrupted.

"Son of a bitch, yes it is!" he exclaimed, even as the door was yanked open and Batista felt someone grab hold of his arm and pull him out and to the pavement hard. He looked up to see the familiar nemesis standing over him, ridiculously wearing slacks and a dress shirt, grinning down at him in only that insane way that Kane could.

"Well, well, Dave..." Kane was saying, even as he kicked Batista in the ribs hard enough to knock him aside a few inches. "Seems our little friend remembers me well, doesn't it?"

"Stay away from him!" Batista snarled, rolling to all fours and moving to charge at Kane, but stopping himself when he saw a couple more of the gray-suited guards stepping out of the green car that had sideswiped them, brandishing pistols. "Goddamnit!"

"Give him back to me and I'll go on my merry way," Kane said, still smiling widely. "I'll even neglect to tell the doctors I saw you. Hell, I'll kill those two bastards behind me for you, I don't give a shit. You can run free all you like. I just want back what's mine."

"He's not your's, he never was and he never will be!"

"Well that's just too bad for you, then, isn't it?" Kane moved to kick at Batista again, but Batista moved faster, grabbing the raised leg and yanking it forward, pulling Kane to the ground, then pouncing atop him, starting to throw punches at his head. He heard gunshots again, and flinched, remembering the other bad guys a moment too late, but when he looked up, he realized Keith had stepped out of the van and was holding a pistol of his own, firing at them. One was already hit and down, while the other was ducking behind the green car, trying to stay out of the line of fire.

"Come on, get out of there!" he yelled to the others, as Cena moved over, having to lift Rey out of the way to get at the door and wrenching at it, but unable to get it open after having it smashed in from the crash.

"All right, up and through the front door," he said, gesturing, pushing Beth towards it. "Out, out!" He looked back at the others. "Anybody hurt? Can we all go?"

"We're all fine," Chavo said, as he pushed Josh and Jeff out of the seat to keep moving, as Beth climbed out through the front door and Eddie picked up Rey to follow her. "Just keep moving."

Cena turned and followed Eddie and Rey, hopping out after them, looking around a minute. "Now what?" he asked, looking towards Keith, who was still trying to keep the second gunman pinned down.

"Get behind the van and stay down until I can peg this guy!" the newcomer replied, moving closer, still aiming his gun.

"All right, get behind the van!" Cena said, turning and gesturing to the others, starting to guide them around, waiting till he was sure everyone was out before going around himself, standing on his tiptoes to look through the windows and watch what was happening.

Batista continued to brawl with Kane, but Kane suddenly shifted his weight and tossed Batista aside, rolling to straddle him and start throwing punches back. They continued to roll back and forth, while Keith and the second gunman were seemingly playing a ridiculous game of chase, each trying to get at the other around the green car, but instead just going around and around with each other. Cena dropped to the flats of his feet, considering, then glanced to Morrison next to him. "I think I have a plan."

"All right, what've you got?" Morrison asked.

Keith grunted as he dropped down as the gunman brandished the weapon at him, but even as he was re-aiming through the windows, the man sidestepped to avoid him, moving as though to jump onto the roof of the car. Keith lunged upwards to meet him, growling in frustration that neither of them were able to get the upper hand. However, just as the gunman was dropping back to avoid him again, Cena was climbing on top of the van, whistling loudly and waving his hands. "Hey, hey, hey, Gunner Scott, up here!"

The gunman's head whipped around to look up at the sound even as Cena dropped back off the roof and out of the line of fire, and at the same instant, Morrison stepped around the back of the van and behind him, and though the gunman was aware and started to turn towards the intruder, Morrison was just a step too fast, and spun around, the heel of his boot expertly meeting the man's jaw and knocking him into a loop and against the hood of the car, and at the same time, Keith, seizing the moment, lunged forward and cracked the handle of his gun into the man's temple, knocking him to the ground and unconscious, his pistol falling from his hand. Even as Cena came around to join him, Morrison crouched and picked it up, shrugging to Keith as he did. "Count us with the assist."

Chavo and Jeff rushed over to the brawl, and Kane, seeing them coming, kicked Batista away and rolled to the side, getting to his feet and glaring at them. "You idiots can't keep him away from me forever!" he barked.

"I think we can and I think we will!" Chavo shot back, as Jeff hauled Batista back to his feet. "You sick son of a bitch, you're going down just like the rest of them, even harder if I have my way!"

Kane smirked again, taking a step back. "We're not going down, Chavo, because we're all smarter than the rest of you. You idiots are just too much fun to play with. Doc Bettler's having a grand old time making notes on your data. We'll have you reeled in when we're good and ready."

"What the hell do you mean, our data?" Chavo started to ask, but there was a scream from behind them, and he spun around at the sound to see a familiar hulking brute scooting out from behind the van. Alexander, the bastard from before, had his arms locked around Beth and had lifted her off the ground, hauling her away despite her furious kicking and struggles.

"Put her down!" Eddie roared, but even as he started to move, he hesitated, not wanting to leave the cowering Rey's side.

"What the-?" Chavo started to say, but before he could say anything more, he grunted when Kane smashed a fist into the back of his head, then shoving Batista into Jeff hard enough to push them both to the ground before turning and fleeing back to the street the green car had come from, laughing wickedly even as he went.

Alexander grinned widely, even as he kept stepping backwards. "Classic test, the male impulse to protect the females," he almost giggled. "The one instinct that never seems to fail!"

"You again!" Morrison spat, shoving Cena out of his way in his haste to get closer, brandishing the gun. "I'm still gonna fucking murder you!"

Alexander grinned, letting go of Beth with one arm to dig a braided sprig of blue hair out of his pocket. "Still got it!" He abruptly grabbed hold of a thick strand of Beth's hair, yanking it out and ignoring her shriek of pain. "Maybe I should see if yellow and blue still make green in hair!"

"You son of a-!" Beth snarled, able to get an elbow squirmed loose and immediately planting it hard in Alexander's cheek.

He grunted, involuntarily dropping her. "You fuckin' bitch!" he roared, and lashed out with a fierce kick to her head, knocking her flat to the ground.

"You fucking bitch!" Morrison pulled the trigger, but he yanked too hard on the gun, causing the shot to go wide. Alexander turned and fled, rushing behind one of the offices, even as Morrison chased him, still firing wildly but unable to hit him.

"Wait! Johnny!" Jeff yelled, pulling himself up and rushing after him. Even as they all vanished around the building, Josh had run to Beth's side, crouching next to her and touching her arm.

"Beth? Beth, are you okay? Beth?"

She grunted, sitting up and holding her head between her hands, eyes squeezed closed. "Fine. Didn't hurt."

"Damn, girl," Cena said, hurrying over with Keith to check her as well, taking hold of her arms and more or less lifting her to her feet. "You can seriously take a hit."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Where'd Morrison go?"

Cena looked over, wincing. "Chasing that freak. Shit. Uh..." Cena looked back and forth, wincing, then shrugged in frustration. "Fuck! Going after him. Josh, stay with her, gather up everyone, um...come up with a plan! Keith dude, with me, hurry!" He turned and ran the way they had gone, Keith running behind him, trying to reload his pistol as he went.