A/N: Okay, so, one person actually inspired me to write on this story again. Been nearly half a year, I'm sorry. Stuff has happened. And by stuff I mean drama, sports, music, arts, guy trouble, school, and dealing with the bigotry within my religion. I hate it, but I love Jesus. So…on with the story! Also, if my writing seems a lot better and descriptive, its because of my new English class and new developed skills. You're welcome!

Also, if i get at least 5 or more reviews this chapter, I will have a 3000-4000 word chapter up by this time next week!

Disclaimer: I Don't Anything by the WWE or by Sci-Fi. This plot is all entirely my immagination.

Warning: Blood, Cursing, SLASH, and emotional trauma.

John saw what had happened to Randy. He wanted to scream and run after Randy, but this elemental was for more important at the moment. He had hoped Adrian and Sophie had taken care of the situation already. Damn that Batista, ruining his strategy, taking his son, Cody! That bastard!

After Randy and the civilian had been hit, 5 men jumped out of the semi-truck, two of which were immediately taken down by Ted. John quickly regained composure and quickly made a new strategy within his subconscious, taking sufficient cover behind a well grown oak tree.

"Alright, the elemental has mostly likely been contained, leaving Alberto with no purpose to be here anymore. He's most likely escaped already, too fast to be pure wits and well known resource. Along with the elemental, it should've frozen the entire cafeteria, and the only object that could be used to tame an elemental can only be found in…." John came to a realization.

This entire heist was a distraction! He should've seen this coming! The sources and patterns were way to obvious! Batista must've used a charm or some mystical item from his homeland to control the elemental's powers. John had underestimated his opponent. He couldn't help but think how upset Batista must be inside, but now wasn't the time to think of the past, it was time to fight.

Taking a deep breathe, John side stepped from his cover, staying low yet squared at his targets, making himself less of a target while maintain perfect accuracy. Bullets whizzed past his head as john stealthily crossed into the road and retrieved his lover. Randy groaned and was beginning to come to when John began dragging him back into cover.

Luckily, Ted managed to take down another man, his blood painting the sidewalk a maroon red. The last two remaining men had estimated the angle of the shot and took appropriate cover. "Shit, can't see them anymore, John!" Ted explained through his mic.

"It's fine Ted. Go look for Cody!" John answered back, "Evan, you got Batista's wavelength signature?"

"Yeah, I've got it. Already plugging it into the telephone towers so we can triangulate his location. It's gonna be tricky though because he teleported to several places and I don't know which location is his current one." Evan explained.

"Try to use a widespread EMF. That should pinpoint the strongest and most recent disturbance in the electromagnetic field, leading you straight to Batista." Randy added in, regaining consciousness. Randy tried standing up, but the world kept on tilting back and forth.

John quickly took hold of Randy by the shoulders, setting him back against a tree, "Take it slow, Randy. I believe you have a slight concussion, but I'll run a CAT scan when we get back to the Sanctuary."

Suddenly, more gun shots flew over the couple's heads. John cursed under his breathe and returned fire. Randy rolled over in a prone position, making a clear head shot at the closer man who was hiding behind a mail box. "Get the kid, John! I got you covered!" Randy screamed.

John tucked and rolled from cover to cover, behind a park bench, to an abandoned car, to the kid in the street. John quickly took hold of the kid and launched him onto his shoulder. The last man stopped fire, but he didn't run out of ammo, he hopped back into the back of the semi-truck, giving John and Randy a few moments to recuperate. Randy seemed to regain full body control and assisted John with the civilian.

"How is he John?" Randy asked while reloading his and John's gun. John rolled the kid over and observed his face. He gasped, but he quickly shook it off and began applying pressure to the kid's chest, where the bullet had ricocheted into.

"Well?" Randy asked again.

Meanwhile Inside the School

When the five guys had jumped out of the back of the semi-truck, five others had jumped out, hauling the containment pod for the elemental. Adrian was waiting inside, the EMF field ready to properly contain the elemental without disturbing the Earth's weather patterns. Sophie had strategically perched herself on the rafters of the cafeteria, waiting to swoop in and knock out the intruders.

"Sophie, you ready?" Adrian asked.

"Yup. Let's go," Sophie confirmed, just as the perpetrators kicked down the back door entrance for the cafeteria. Sophie let out a harpy like scream as she dive bombed down in a perfect flying crane kick, taking out the leading man. He was bigger than the other four, but he was no match for Sophie's amazing strength. He flew back into the street knocked out and out cold.

Two men immediately began shooting at Sophie while the other two carried the containment pod into the kitchen, to the giant freezer. Sophie gracefully pirouetted out of the bullet's paths, revealing Adrian behind her wings, surprising the two men. Adrian jumped in front of the two, ducked, and gave a swift square kick to the jaw on the one on the right. The one on the let reacted by shooting at Adrian, but was anticipated as Adrian spun around, using the man's partner as a shield, who spazzed out of control, shooting his friend in the head. Adrian finished him off by snapping his head.

"Awww…why do you get to do that?" Sophie complained.

"I thought you were gonna get the other two!" Adrian said.

"No! Don't Touch That!" One of the men in the freezer cried just before an enormous flurry of icy wind exploded from the kitchen. It knocked back the two abnormal teens, sending both to the floor. Sophie shielded herself with her wings, and peered through a crack between her feathers. The elemental was humanoid; it's skin an electric blue, icicles hanging from its arms, its legs misty and faded, almost as if he was levitating in mid-air. The awkward part was that it had no head, yet it had glowing yellow eyes, like using two candles to light your way on a foggy day.

The wind had lightly frosted the cafeteria windows, snow gathering in the corners, encasing the building into a private winter wonder land, or winter apocalypse in this situation. The elemental stepped out with one of the men in its grasp, its eyes glowed as he raised the poor sucker in the air, using its supernatural powers, freezing the man to the core, then with one firm grip, and it crushed the man into millions of frozen flesh shards.

"Okay, my appetite is ruined." Adrian commented as the elemental reared its misty head, "Sophie! I'll distract it! Set up the EMF's perimeter! Take my pack!" Adrian yelled as the elemental had thrown a wave of ice shards at Adrian. Adrian quickly dodged while Sophie caught his pack and flew around. She perched on the rafters again, planting the four EMF points sideways on the wall.

Adrian drew his dual swords and slashed at the flying shards that he couldn't dodge. "Anytime Sophie!" He cringed when a shard had cut into his upper bicep and left shoulder. He jumped and rolled out of the next waves of shards, blood dripping from his fingertips. Suddenly, he let his inner beast loose for a split second, a wolf's muzzle morphed from his face, but instantaneously, the injuries had closed up.

"Adrian! Out of the way! Now!" Sophie had hollered. Adrian had chucked his sword at the wall, sinking into the bricks, and then used the sword as a step to jump again up to the rafters with his great gymnastic abilities, just in time too right as Sophie had connected the last link to the electromagnetic field. The elemental had fired again, freezing the air, shooting more shards, but the field had disintegrated them in mid-flight.

"Awesome dodging Ade!" Sophie complimented.

"Good timing to you! Almost got made into a slush puppy there." Adrian joked, "C'mon, we gotta make the perimeter smaller and report back to John, we gotta find Cody."

"Right!" Sophie agreed.

Back to John and Randy

"Yeah, he's going to be fine. It landed sideways in his chest, lodged between his ribs. Judging by the way he's breathing, my best guess is that his left lung is bruised, but if he moves too much, the bullet may pierce the lung's lining." John diagnosed. Randy was still suspicious. The way John hesitated before helping the kid, and how quickly he had worked on his was like…

All of a sudden more bullets buzzed in the air, this time, the bullet's firing rate was much faster and accurate. Randy cursed again. Judging by the sound of the steady rate of shots fired, the gun was definitely a high grade assault rifle, most likely either of MSR's or a SCAR's model. John jumped behind the brick wall that borders the park. He peered over the brick wall and through the black metal bars, only to be immediately shot at again.

"Damn, we're trapped. We can't move without being shot the second we make a run for it." John checked his com-link, "Adrian, Sophie, have you two taken care of the elemental."

"Yup, we're encasing it in the portable EMF field right as we speak." Sophie responded as Adrian locked up the elemental in his temporary home. It may have a physical body, but it's actually mist and some powerful juju. In no time, the two has stuffed the elemental into a canister the size of a camping thermos.

Adrian locked in the code while Sophie was packing the equipment, talking to John, "The bastards didn't even use proper equipment to encase the elemental's powers! It's like it was…"

"Rigged?" Randy interrupted, "We figured out the Talons' true motives." Randy explained.

"Listen Adrian, we need a distraction for a few minutes! There's an injured civilian and we need Sophie to take him to safety. He definitely has a concussion and he's excessively bleeding through his abdomen." John added. "They have automatic weapons and there are two left. One is averaged size while the other is rather large. Both have military grade SCARS custom made. Be care…"

But before John could finish his sentence, the crash of a solid iron door boomed around the block. he heard as a few shots were fired, but quickly silenced by a feminine battle cry. John peered over the brick wall again and spotted that the bigger guy was under the giant iron door while the average sized man was knocked out on the ground. It looked like Adrian had kicked down the door of its hinges using his own powers while it looked like Sophie had jumped down from a window.

Randy had slung the student over his shoulder, the kid was half conscious, instinctively clutching his stomach, but he was obviously moving due to the willpower to survive. Randy watched as Adrian had instantly recognized the student and the flash of shocking surprise flashed on his face then his eyes blinking back tears while simultaneously turning silver again. Sophie had to hold back Adrian from running to the kid's side. Sophie had muttered something to Adrian and began moving forward to assist Randy. Adrian stood back and John began to walk over to Adrian. This kid was definitely important to the Sanctuary.

"Here, Randy, I'll take him back to the Sanctuary. It's closer than the hospital, plus, I'm faster." Sophie offered.

"What's up with Adrian? Couldn't he just sprint him over? I mean, he's even faster than you." Randy asked, "And who is this kid?"

Sophie bit her lip, looking back to Adrian, and then back to Randy, coming up with a quick white lie that Randy saw through easily, "He's a close friend of Adrian's." Sophie explained, "He hasn't exactly told him about the Sanctuary yet." Randy knew she was telling the truth, but it still felt like a half lie.

"Alright, just run first aid on him and a quick CAT scan as soon as you arrive at the Sanctuary. We're going to go track down Cody." Randy said. Meanwhile, John was talking to Adrian.

"Are you going to be okay?" John asked, placing a reassuring hand on Adrian's shoulder. Adrian stuck his hands in his pockets and nodded in response.

From behind, John heard a groan and hobbling. Some of the Talon's had gotten back up. It was the bigger one and the one of his grunt. John cursed under his breath as they both ran for one of the cars left behind in the traffic. He fired a few shots, but he only took down the smaller man and the rear windshield. He fired one last shot that had made contact with the bumper and turned away. He'd have to take care of the Talons later. Now he needed to comfort one of his youngest agents.

"I know that seeing him injured hurts you, and the fact that you're going to need to tell him soon about who you are will be hard, but it has to happen. He deserves the truth." John said. Adrian sadly nodded again, "It's just that, he, he's not what I hope he was…and…I'm pretty sure he hates me after I had to almost blow my cover." John patted Adrian's back, "You've been through much more difficult situations than this, Adrian. Listen, after we track down Cody, we can…"

"How are you being so calm, John! Cody was captured, my school's cafeteria is trashed, Randy has a concussion, and now my…" Adrian stuttered, "…my friend is injured too! Along with that, that crazy psychopath Batista HAS Cody! CODY! With Batista of all people! He's ruined our lives over and over again!"

John turned away, "I'm sorry, but now is not the time to break." Adrian wiped off his tears as John consulted him.

"I'm fully aware of the situation here. Batista will be stopped. I can assure you that, but we cannot stand here and pout. If you're not going to help for yourself, then do it for "him." He deserves revenge. Especially for unintentionally being dragged into this hot mess. Please, Adrian." John answered.

Adrian just sniffled and looked into the sky. His life was so fucked up as it is. He wasn't going to let his destiny be mangled again. Not after fighting so hard to get it back. Randy watched as Adrian nodded at John and then suddenly, totally shocking his entire being, observed as Adrian's muscles began to contort and elongate slightly, a thin sheen of fur instantaneously grow over every visible inch of skin, and as a short muzzle pop out of the teen's skin.

Adrian's eyes gazed into Randy's, silver meeting grey.

Now Randy understood Adrian's animalistic personality and canine like behavior. Why he was so clingy, so obedient, so loyal, and so hurt when someone is lost. He could be in awe as Adrian suddenly sprinted, stopping every now and then to catch the scent of what he could presume as Cody's. Immediately Evan and Davey came rolling down the street in the black van following Adrian. John then tapped ear communicator.

"Alright, everyone, you know what to do. Randy and I are going to track down the Talons. They might know where Cody is being held. Batista probably requested a safe location from them knowing their extensive resources." John ordered. Turning back to Randy, John reloaded his gun and began walking back to their own vehicle.

Randy followed in suit as he got in the vintage Rolls Royce, one of John's personal cars that had been refurbished and "upgraded" with all of the necessary tech, courtesy of Evan and Davey's expertise. Thankfully, that last shot John had been able to fire was a tracking shot. John input the tracking data onto the screen and Randy loaded his own gun.

"Ready?" John asked.

"As I'll ever be." Randy answered.

"Then let's find my…our boy." John corrected. Randy couldn't help but blush. John really knew how to make things bright even during the darkest of times.

A Few Hours Later After the School Scene: 1:43 PM
Bronx Ghetto

The grunt had never noticed them following. The couple had followed the big guy to crack house somewhere on the west side of the Bronx portion of New York City. Following procedure and stealth rules, they had parked a block away and acted casually. The observed as the man walked into the house and made a hand shake with the guy up front. Great, they were in gang territory.

The houses were all faded, bleak and bland, stained by dirt, grime, and possibly blood. Garbage cans were overflowing; lawns were filled with patches of yellow grass or burn spots. In the side walk, occasional bullet dents were seen. It was definitely a neighborhood you did not want to walk home through in the night. Danger literally seethed from every crack on the road.

John lead the way as Randy followed behind. In the car, they had changed their disguises into somewhat shady street clothes. Wal-Mart jeans, baggy t-shirts, ratty sneakers, the usual ghetto wear. Honestly, is Randy hadn't known John; he would've mistaken him as part of the "hood." John just had a natural gangster feel to his personality while in street clothes. They both cautiously walked up the side walk, Randy glaring at the following eyes of the men hanging around the area. Who knew how long they could keep this phasod up?

John knocked at the door and immediately a large hulking bulk of a man stepped in the doorway. His eyes glared right at John, but John didn't let up. The younger of the two, was beginning to worry and every so slowly, began to inch his hand toward the gun in his back pocket, hidden by the inexplicably long shirt.

Then the unexpected happened. Suddenly the big guy smiled and lifted up his fist. Randy flinched at first, nearly bringing out the weapon, but John bumped his knuckles, did some complicated finger weave with the guy's sausage like fingers, grabbed his fist again, and pulled him into a bro hug. Randy just guffawed. Just guffawed, in complete and utter confusion. John was in contact with drug dealers?

"Johnny man! Wazzzzup! Long time no see! What happenin'? Need some mo special K fo old "freaky-deaky" at the Sanctuary?" The man greeted with an obvious ghetto accent. Randy turned John was looking back at him giving the, "Haha. Yeeeeaaaahhh. I know some weird people" look.

"Nah man. Not until the end of this month. We've been trying to get the guy to chill on the stuff. He's been pretty legit lately. Not trying to get out again and scare them ladies over at the bar." John said.

The big guy just laughed, "Ya know where to come when you needs the stuff. Now who's this scary looking dude here? He your new lover?" He made a heart in the air with his two index fingers. Randy couldn't help but blush.

John rolled his eyes, "Listen Ezekiel. I'm kinda busy for chit chat. A guy just walked in here. He was just messing with my people and Cody's missing so…"

"CODY'S MISSING!" Ezekiel butted in, "Fo Real?" He turned around and peered around the corner. The guy from the scene was inside picking out what he wanted from the extensive shelf of drugs. Randy couldn't help but remember the name. Ezekiel Jackson: Elusive drug dealer in New York City. Extremely dangerous and has a file the size of phone book just on drugs and criminal investigation. All of which have been inconclusive. Now Randy knew why.

"Yeah, you know that guy? He's part of the gang that got him." Randy said. Immediately, Ezekial walked back into the house and grabbed the guy, not even answering the question.

"Hey you!" Ezekiel turned him around, putting a finger right into the guy's chest, "You got a lot of balls to be running up in this place, especially when messing my friends!"

"I do not know of what you're talking about." The guy's accent was completely off base from what John and Randy were expecting. It sounded like a cockney European accent mixed with Italian flare.

"Oh, you don't know what I'm talking about Ryan?" Zeke pointed back at us and exposed the two to the guy in full view. They both mentally facepalmed at the idiocy of their colleague. Suddenly, while Jackson was still looking away, John watched as Ryan's expression totally changed and he snatched the nearest jar of whatever and smashed it over Ezekiel's head, knocking the big man to the floor.

"MUTHA FUCKER!" Ezekiel cried out. Randy sprinted in as Ryan began running away. John followed in bending next to Jackson, but he was waved off as Zeke said he was okay. The house wasn't that big but it was enough space to run around a bit. Ryan slipped into the bathroom, locking it just as Randy started beating the shit out of the door. He glanced around for an exit and spot the window, just barely big enough to fit through.

Just as Ryan's legs were fitting through the window, Randy had tackled the door off its hinges, splinters flying everywhere. Randy cursed as Ryan just escaped his grasp and fell into the alley beside the house. Randy backtracked and found the screen door, literally running through the glass, shards raining around him. He spotted Ryan turning around a corner and pursued his target. Thankfully Randy had experience at chasing down criminals.

With picket fences on his right and chain link, Randy had chased down Ryan to a long straight away, but Randy was beginning to get winded. So was Ryan. If Randy didn't catch Ryan now, he might lose his chance of getting info on Batista. Once again, right when Randy thought the impossible was impossible, right as Ryan was turning around the corner to the street, John came rolling down the alley, sending Ryan over the roof of the Rolls Royce and back down on the ground.

John stepped out of the car holding a stun gun while Randy made the final bound and caught up. Ryan was on the ground groaning as John approached, but it was fake faint. Ryan swiped John off his feet and was back on his feet in one fluid movement. Randy took stance as Ryan charged. Ryan took Randy at the arms, his bulking muscle overpowering Randy's slightly smaller physique. Randy managed to struggle one leg under Ryan's sternum, kicking him off for a fraction of a second.

That was all the time it took for John to take a shot to the back of Ryan's neck.

Ryan's arm's flailed as his nerves and reflexes were stimulated with 10,000 volts of concentrated energy. After a good 5 seconds of torture, Ryan collapsed to the ground, a light smoke rose off of his back. Randy caught his breathe while John collected himself and rolled Ryan over to get his ID from his wallet.

"Mason Ryan. Age 27. 345 lbs. New Jersey." John read off, recognition hitting his face, "This is one Del Rio main officers."

Adrenaline was still running through the younger man. He bent over and kicked Mason to his front.

"Tell us where he is or we'll take you back to your boss and have him punish you for your failure!" Randy sneered as he lifted the Talon grunt off of the ground by his shirt collar. Mason just groaned in response. Really reaching his impatience limit, Randy took out his own gun and pointed it straight at Mason's forehead. Out of fear, Mason woke up from his groggy ness.

"I-I don't know! The boss told us to take the elemental to the school! I don't know nothing about the kid that the teleporter freak took. I'm just the muscle." Mason begged, in somewhat incorrect English. Randy released Mason from his grasp letting the big man fall back to the ground.

"Randy," John said. Randy turned to his lover, "This was a dead end. We have more sources to use." Randy growled in frustration. He holstered his gun and began walking away. Suddenly Mason grabbed Randy's wrist.

"Wait, if you guys are looking Del Rio, he's at the casino right now." Mason confessed.

"Why are you telling us this?" John asked.

"Because, that assignment was a death trap for us, wasn't it?" Mason asked. Randy looked away, arms crossed. John just nodded.

"I see." And without any words, Mason walked away in the street.

Randy growled again in frustration again. John took a deep breath and stared into the sky, "
Damn, where are you Cody?"

"The Casino" 7:22 PM
Long Island, New York City

The thing about the casino was that it wasn't actually a casino. It was a smuggling ring for anything in the black market, based in one of the black markets in New York City. Call it the distribution plant where you gamble for your goods. It is well known for abnormal activity along with the obvious criminal activity. It was neutral ground because it was one of the main columns of the underground life in New York City, life under the radar. It is one of the most discreet areas in the city. Only a few detectives, such as Randy, knew about the place, but he had never been near the abnormal side of the Casino.

Randy and John had gone back to the Sanctuary and reequipped their selves to be fully prepared. John had brought: encrypted flash drives of useful Intel that Del Rio could use, but not for criminal use of course; ancient texts books that he already had copies of in his vast library, only useful by those who could read ancient Gaelic in the Leprechaun dialect; and the ice elemental in its containment canister. Since its basically pure energy, it was just essence now in the canister.

As they walked through the slums, it reminded Randy of those shops in places like Cambodia. People of all sorts of colors, accents, size, and personality flood the grime filled streets. Merchants convincing innocent bystanders as the gypsies pick pocketed their money filled pockets. To his surprise, ever since John had opened Randy's eyes to the secret world of abnormals, he's been noticing the more and more distinct "special" features of the figures who had hidden, or at least tried to hide, their "traits." He's been noticing that hoodies have been hiding what look like horns or fur covered faces, scale covered tailed occasionally flicking out from trench coats, or that feathers were falling out from windbreakers. He still wonders how they've kept their secret from the human world for so long.

Randy was happy that he was with John in this cesspool of theft and trickery. John's name was well known around these parts for helping those who needed his assistance. Along with the hit-men for son and soon to be step son, no one would dare lay a finger on him.

If they did, Randy would shove his boot up their ass.

Eventually, after bumping past countless mysterious figures, street vendors, exotic food, and equally exotic animals, the two had made it to a shady looking, run down Chinese restaurant. At the entrance, John had flashed a card and immediately the guard standing there moved aside, in fear almost. As Randy walked in, the guard stopped him, but John swiftly caught the guard's wrist.

"He's with me." John blankly commanded.

The guard glared at John and then respectfully returned to his post. Randy was definitely not liking the vibe he was getting. His eyes had immediately zoned in and focused on the details on the building. Faint splatter marks all over the floors and walls, most likely blood. New plaster and paint mixed with layers of old plaster and paints, spots sporadically covering the walls as well that were most likely bullet holes. Whatever went down in this joint was definitely not settled peacefully. He just hoped John had a good idea of what they were doing here.

They finally came to a 40 by 40 room. At the center was an enormous conference table that could sit well over 20 people with 3 feet of space from each other. The walls were lined with HD widescreen TV monitors with even more people's faces on them, using the internet as their medium of communication. The table was nearly full with two seats left. It was painfully obvious that Del Rio had been expecting them.

Speaking of Del Rio, he was sitting off to the right side of the room from where John and Randy was entered. His signature Cheshire smile with his white spider silk scarf was very profound against his Mexican heritage skin. The thing with Del Rio is that he's untouchable. As a noble, he had political power that he could use against whomever he wishes to accuse of whatever he wanted to accuse under any kind of ruling. It was cheap and dirty way to get power.

"Mr. Cena, a pleasure to see that you came." Del Rio invited, mischievousness like poison seeped from his almost sarcastic words.

"The pleasure is all yours." John wittily responded as he took a seat. Randy could obviously tell my John's body language that he too was unsettled. Randy used his abilities to "read" everyone in the room. Most did not care about John's motives, but there were distinct others who were very spiteful for John. It was like they had history, bad history, which was very likely knowing the kind of men they were. One man caught his eye though. His hair was shoulder length but it was tied back in a tight pony tail with neon colors streaking through a few locks. He was dressed in a business suit as well, his hands folded serenely in front of him on the table, but the tattoos that covered his neck and hands made him feel like some sort of…enigma. His character was unpredictable, even to Randy's standards. He was staring down John like a hawk.

Del Rio glared at John. The two had a mental game if wits going on.

"Now I assume you know very well why I'm here," John began, "After all, you are the one who put the hit on my son, sending an S Class assassin such as Batista after him. Am I correct?"

Del Rio just smirked at John assumption. John was only partially correct.

"Yes, but only partially." Alberto teased, "I merely wanted your attention."

Randy could literally see the vein pulse in John's temple. Now Del Rio had definitely hit a nerve. Del Rio saw it too. The mysterious man's emotionless gaze faltered for a split second and Randy spotted a sudden burst of concern appear in his eyes then return to complete composure.

"You definitely caught my attention. Now tell me," John's eyes fell into a sullen shade of blue, "what do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Del Rio asked, almost laughing. Only one thing crossed John's mind: Power.

"What use could you use the Sanctuary network for?" John argued, "You aren't what I would call a charitable person. If memory serves, you and your Talons are what your name implies. You feed off the weak and get whatever power you have and use it to destroy."

Del Rio wasn't fazed at all. He was a man who only cared about himself and his luxury. He wasn't considered evil, he was inconsiderate. Yet his true motives were still unknown.

"So what are we talking about here?" Randy interjected, "Money, because you already have enough of that, don't you think?"

"Randy" John stopped. Del Rio raised his hand, "No, it is quite fine. I want to hear what he has to say." Del Rio turned his attention to the tanned detective.

"Now who are you?" Del Rio placed his hands on the desk and rested his chins in his knuckles, fascinated by the new comer.

"My name is Randy Orton. I'm John's newest asset to the Sanctuary team. I've investigated cases about you before." Randy explained.

"Oh, so you are a cop?" Del Rio was very interested now. His accent sticking out heavily this time.

"Not anymore," Randy answered, "Now, as I was saying. John here basically has everything he needs to run his network: money, power, connections, and the abnormals. He profits from helping those who need shelter or need protection. My question is, what do you need from John?"

Del Rio chuckled as Randy raised an eyebrow, "Absolutely nothing my dear Randy. Power is a necessity for my life. The more I have, the more I can get away with. It's that simple. If John gives me access to his Sanctuary network for information such as abnormal shipments from other continents, then I will give him information on the location of his son and how Batista came back from the Electromagnetic gap that he was stuck in."

Shock was ridden across at the mention of Batista's escape. Randy was still confused about who Batista was or what exactly his history was with John, but if he was imprisoned in some gap in the earth's electromagnetic field and Del Rio knew about it, it was trouble.

Out of nowhere, John's spring loaded hand gun popped out of his leather jacket, into his hand, and pointed it directly at Del Rio. As an instant reaction, all of the other men in the room along with a few body guards all took out their own guns and pointed at John and Randy. Del Rio didn't even flinch even though he was staring down the barrel of a gun.

"Where is he? Tell me what you know." John threatened.

Del Rio laughed, "My my. Fiesty!" He tried lightening up the mood, but John wasn't one to lighten up so easily.

Del Rio sighed. He's had his fun, "How should I know? I just gave the man an assignment and he followed through. The only other I gave him was not to kill your son. I swear on my mother's grave."

"You better." John cursed under his breath and retracted the gun back. He glanced at the tattooed man with the Technicolor hair so a second and turned away. He handed Randy a flash drive with a few locations of where abnormals were known to be smuggled. John's hunch would be that Del Rio would most likely be used as his personal slaves. At least they would have a home until John could save them. Del Rio tossed Randy a disc which held the info on Batista and Randy slid the drive across to Del Rio, but the Technicolor haired main caught it before it could reach Del Rio's grasp.

"Hardy, what are you doing?" Del Rio scolded. Hardy stayed silent and turned away and exited the room. He had his own agenda to complete. Del Rio was searing holes in Hardy's back, not even paying attention to John and Randy as they left the building.

Now it was time to find Cody the old fashioned way.

Hours Later: 8:47 PM
Hudson Bay Storage Units

Ted had received the call from Evan and Davey saying that Adrian had successfully track down Batista to this location. They hadn't traced Cody's location through his phone because the units were lined with lead and Adrian had barely picked up the scent through of the scent of the evening smog and fake scent trails that Batista had laid around the city. He was good, but he was only one person, going against a "family" of some of the most dangerous people in the city.

Teddy pulled up in his truck just on the outskirts of the perimeter next to Evan and Davey's van. Adrian was inside wrapped in a blanket, clothes tattered and worn. He scuffed the kid's hair like and dog, but Adrian just leaned into the petting like an actually puppy.

"Are you sure that Cody's in there?" Ted asked, concern ridden across his face.

Davey nodded, double checking the screen. "Definitely. At this range, the lead lining isn't able to obscure the signal from Cody's GPS. Along with the life form scanner showing distinct heart beats. There are two. It's obvious who they are."

"What about John and Randy? Why aren't they here yet? Did Batista get to them too?" Teddy asked.

"No, they were caught up in the "Casino." They tried getting dirt on Del Rio. Only thing they got was info about Batista's escape from the electromagnetic field. I was sure that it was inescapable! His atoms were severed into protons and neutrons. There was no way he could've reconstructed himself. It would've taken centuries, millennia even." Davey explained, "but they're on their way right now." Ted nodded in response.

"You're lucky we are always prepared for the worse." Evan said from the back of the van, closing the storage hatch at the bottom. Then Evan came out of the back of the van holding a new set of clothes for Adrian along with a weapons case for Ted. Inside was a custom made sanctuary stun gun. He could tell by the intricate design along the barrel and instead of a light blue energy signature in the energy clip canister, there was a bright orange one.

(A/N: The stun gun is just like the one in the show. It has multiple prongs at the end and shoots of electric blue laser like shot. It can either stun a target, but if turned up to deadly, it totally incapacitates an enemy, leaving the area of contact completely vaporized.)

Ted carefully took the gun and studied the beautiful weapon carefully in his hand. It was wonderfully crafted and it was amazingly customized. He could just tell by the feel that it was made to be for swift combat, moving back and forth between targets…or for one target that could appear out of nowhere. Ted took at gun and aimed it at a nearby squirrel and shot it out of its perch like it was nothing.

"Whoa" Adrian commented while pulling on his new shirt.

Evan smirked, "Well, there's also the other plasma gun but I can get that one. John asked me to recalibrate all of these gun's energy signatures. They're going to be stronger to match Batista's ability to diffract between spaces using the Earth's natural electromagnetic field, so you will only have half of the original 30 shots."

"There's also the fact that Batista is also very skilled in hand to hand combat. Just as, if not, advanced as our own little werewolf here." Davey added.

"You guys are boring me with all this sciency talk," Adrian stretched, "Let's go get Cody!" Adrian excitedly pulled out his swords and jumped on the van and over the fence.

"Great, here we go again." Evan rolled his eyes and followed after.

"I'm coming Cody." Teddy said under his breath. Then realized he hasn't said that phrase in a non-sexual context in a long time.

Adrian and Evan took the lead with their stealth, scouting out the area for any unwanted company. Darkness enveloped every corner that was untouched by the dull lights of the warehouse, but that still wasn't a problem since Evan was wearing his infrared goggles. He gave a hand signal for Ted and Davey to move while Adrian peered inside the warehouse's windows from a telephone pole with military grade binoculars.

Ted and Davey took cover beside the door of the warehouse, waiting for the signal to move in. Adrian switched the setting to heat and immediately appeared a lithe figure, Cody. He was in the center of the warehouse; the heat setting could barely pick up his signature past the halls of supplies that were stored there. It was the perfect place to set a trap, but Batista's presence was yet to be known. It was now or never. Adrian glanced down and nodded.

Instantly, David kicked down the door and Ted rushed in. The warehouse was lit with light bulbs, separated every 10 feet down the 100 foot halls created by the shelves, casting shadows, creating illusions of the mind. The scent of fish and other chemicals wafted through air. It was a miracle that Adrian was able to track this place. One by one, Evan, Ted, and David stepped in, guns at bay, eyes down the barrel, sweeping back and forth for a target.

Ted gave the hand signal to move slowly in a group. In a tactical position, the three moved back to back, occasionally sweeping back and forth. Adrian was above watching their backs, but who was watching his. Out of nowhere, Adrian felt the weight on the pole change along with a predatorily presence. He didn't even have enough time to block the punch that sent him flying off balance, landing on the ground out cold with a thud. A sharp static ripped into the three's earpieces as Adrian's comlink was crushed.

"Ade? Adrian!" Teddy called. He cursed under his breathe. He sighed; hopefully Adrian would be able to regenerate himself enough to not be in fatal condition. Then the unspeakable happened.

"Boo!"

Batista whispered in Ted's ear, teleporting in the middle of the circle the three had made. Immediate fear jolted up Ted's bone marrow faster than light. Evan was the first to react and swing, but Batista caught it as David went for a full power lariat, only to phase through a cloud of red cloud of photon particles that faded away in an instant. Ted cursed, how could he let himself be caught off guard so easily?

Evan and David were equally scared. Ted's skills were being dulled by his emotions and they weren't as skilled in combat. Ted had an idea.

"Split up, you two go back track and go around another way, I'll take a direct route to Cody. He can't get all of us without giving up Cody." Ted said, "Let's go."

They all made a mad dash. Above overhead, Batista could be seen teleporting all over the place, as if he was two places at one place. He was smirking down at them like it was useless, like it wasn't even a game of cat and mouse. More like a mouse trap and a mouse. Escape was nearly impossible. He decided that taking out the smallest man and the biggest man out first.

"Davey! Maneuver 7!" Evan called. Dave ran forward and locked his fingers, and then Evan sprinted, placing his foot in the woven fingers and lifted off, using Dave's strength to add 7 feet to his already 3 foot vertical. Evan grabbed onto a bar and fired at wherever Batista appeared. Davey rounded a corner as Evan climbed back down.

Evan rounded the corner too and Davey was battling it out with Batista. Davey swung at Batista, missing every time. For a bigger man, Batista was expertly good at evading physical attacks. Not one blow landed on him. Then he decided to take the offensive and he grabbed hold of Davey's arms in a basic wrestlers hold, testing the strength of the youth.

Davey noticed Evan and spun Batista around in his grip. Evan took the chance and lifted up his stun gun and fired. It flew through the air like a bullet made of light, but Batista was still too fast, reacting to the shot like he was predicting it. Batista teleported out of the way, the flash blinding Davey, and the stun shot catching his lover right in the chest.

Davey let out a guttural groan. The sudden hit of 10,000 volts sparked through his body, forcing his knees to buckle under the dead weight. Evan ran over to Davey. He was in shock and disbelief. His emotions got the better of him, putting down his gun and kneeling beside his boyfriend. Batista took this chance and came up from behind Evan, landing a perfect knockout chop to the smaller man's neck, just hard enough to only subdue Evan into unconsciousness. Then he teleported onto Ted.

When he appeared above where he tied Cody, Ted was already there untying the ropes. He did enjoy playing with his prey before taking it down. His code name was "The Animal" after all.

"Easy target." He muttered under his breathe, taking out his dual katanas hidden by his long coat.

"That's what you think." A voice said from behind. It was Batista's turn to be surprised. Just as he turned around, he caught a glimpse of Adrian's face, and then took a boot to the face. Batista flew off the shelf and slammed into another shelf, hitting the floor with a resounding thud. Ted spun around and saw Batista struggling to get back up. Adrian had pulled out his own katanas and jumped down in front of Ted.

"Ted, get Cody out of here! I'll hold him off as long as I can!" Adrian got into a tiger-crane stance: one sword above his head behind his back and one sword horizontally forward, prepared to get back into the fight.

Ted didn't need to be told twice. He ripped off the blind fold off of Cody and went back to the rope binds on his wrists and ankles. Batista had recovered from the sudden surprise attack. He growled and took a stance as well, the Ox-Eagle stance, crossing his arms and pointing them forward. Adrian flinched in surprise as he recognized the stance. It was one of the more advanced stances that he had yet to master. It was obvious that Batista was very similar to Adrian. Almost too similar.

Batista immediately teleported, throwing Adrian's timing off, slashing from the left and jabbing at the same time. Adrian side stepped and dragged his swords along Batista's blades, creating sparks and close to Batista, and then letting the pressure go letting the blades fly over his head, slashing at Batista's legs.

Batista jumped and teleported again. He reappeared 10 feet away, his pant leg cut and blood slightly leaking. Adrian smirked, but Batista raised an eyebrow and pointed at Adrian's side, where blood was also spilling. Adrian scrunched his eye brows in confusion, he was sure that he had dodged the blade.

"It seems that you have yet to learn how to dodge a shadow jab." Batista commented before teleporting again, reappearing next to Ted. Ted ducked as the blade missed his shoulder by an inch and fell backwards as Batista swiped at his chest, making clean cut across his chest, just reaching a centimeter of penetration.

Ted landed on his ass, but also at the same time grabbed the holstered gun in his thigh and fired at Batista. He blocked using his left katana, but the shock traveled up the cold metal shocking "The Animal," forcing him to lose his grip. Batista cursed under his breathe and teleported, but failed, his central nervous system temporarily disturbed.

Adrian took the chance and lunged forward. Batista sidestepped and caught the teen's wrist, pulling him forward even more, smashing his knee against the small chest, and then kneed him again in the chin when Adrian doubled over, and then finally used a flat palm technique to finish off Adrian, but Adrian used the force to jump back. He still felt the almost fatal attack. If he had hadn't redirected the energy, his ribs would've fractured, curled in, and punctured his lungs in all 8 points of his bones.

Ted finally got Cody loose and slung the younger man's arm over his shoulder. He didn't even dare as Adrian and Batista kept on clashing swords. Adrian's eyes were glowing silver again, but Batista's were gold. Ted couldn't even process the scary similarities between the two. It was like watching two wolves fighting for dominance. Cody was beginning to come to. Whatever Batista had drugged Cody with, it was some strong stuff.

"T-Teddy?" Cody groggily whimpered.

"It's me baby boy. Don't worry, we'll get you out of here in no time." Ted comforted. Suddenly, Cody lost consciousness again, his weight forcing Ted to collapse as well. Ted took Cody bridal style, running as fast as he could down the aisle. Only 20 more feet and they were home free. Suddenly, a wolfish growl like cry ripped through the warehouse. Ted didn't dare look back. He had to get out of here.

Suddenly, the morbid flash of red light cast a sudden shadow in front of Ted. He turned on the heel of his foot and turned back to face him. Batista wasn't there. Ted turned back again to the door, but instead ran into Batista. Cody fell from his grasp and onto the ground beside Ted. The door was only 10 feet away. Escape was so close.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Batista teased, "The youth these days. Thinking that they can simply run around, doing whatever they want, thinking they could defeat those who have mastered their arts, those who have experience so much more, and those who have lived for so long, to grow in strength. Did you really think that you could defeat me? Did you really think you could waltz in here without being fully prepared?"

Batista was laughing away as Cody was stirring again. By the time he would've awoken, Ted would be gone, unless Batista had killed him too.

"And here I was, hoping to see John again. Along with the ravishing new lover of his." Batista raised his blade to his mouth. New found blood was along the edge ran his tongue along it. Ted could only watch in fear as to what was about to happen. He could move. Fear had left him frozen in his wake, eyes dilated like a deer in head lights, sweat ever so slowly running along his jaw line, leaving his entire being in the mercy of this man. This wretched man.

"Now, to end this." Batista finally concluded. In one quick move, he brought the blade in both of his hands, taking one step forward, bringing down blade in a fatal blow. Ted couldn't help crawling backwards in a useless attempt to his escape. He closed his eyes as the sword came crashing down, not even noticing the ravenette figure jumping in his way.

SHLICK!

The gut wrenching, bowl churning, vomit inducing sound of metal piercing flesh reverberated through the night, searing it's sound waves into Ted's already scarred memory. He slowly opened his eyes and immediately, sadness, grief, and pain flooded his brain. The image burning into his skull, the medium of his nightmares for weeks…no…months to come.

There he was, Cody, his ever so sweet Cody. On all fours, his sapphire blue eyes already losing color, locked into his blonde lovers. The sword had run through Cody like butter and into the cement like butter, the hilt only half a foot sticking out of his back. "Why Cody? Why?" Ted thought.

Batista had let go of his blade, backing away slowly. He too was in shock. His facial expression unexplainable to Ted. Emotional distress was making the bigger man go wild.

"No…no…you should've been unconscious…no…" Batista bantered in frustration. He grabbed his faces, peering through the gaps between his fingers, eyes glowing gold again, his features morphing into an actual beasts.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The word came out more like a roar. Then in a giant burst of red light that filled the entire warehouse, he was gone.

Ted didn't even blink. Blood had already begun to flow out of Cody at enormous amounts. The last of the air of Cody had reflexively been coughed up, and Cody's arms were beginning to give way. From around the corner, Evan had appeared with Davey over his shoulder. He too saw what happened and he had to drop his own lover and ran to Cody.

He grabbed the sword with both hands, and quickly took the katana out of Cody. Even more blood had splattered out, and Cody fell to his side. Blood pooling around the nearly lifeless body. Ted's mind was working off of pure will power now. His regular consciousness was now in the recesses of his subconscious. The sight of his lover was too much to handle.

Everything seemed to slow down from here.

He got up on all fours and crawled next to Cody while Evan was performing first aid. It was a lost cause. Ted took Cody in his arms and rocked back and forth. Tears were now falling at an alarming rate. Cody's eyes just looked up into the dimly ceiling lights. Ted's tears falling onto his face and into his own eyes. It looked like he was crying as well.

A/N: So…there you have it! Again, sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry! I know I am so freaking late for this update. I am a student so my writing schedule is minimal! XD! Atleast I was able to type up this monster and post it!

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