The door opened bringing light into the dark room. Danny closed his eyes in an attempt to protect his eyes.

Orton entered the room and sat in the chair next to Danny's bed. Orton didn't say anything right away. He just stared at Danny, which unnerved him.

"What do you want," Danny asked. His voice was still a little hoarse.

Orton blinked and then had a sinister smile on his face. "I just wanted to talk Danny. I don't know much about you other than what I've been told by my boss and Chad. Unfortunately their opinion is biased because they hate you."

"Feeling's mutual."

Orton held up a glass for him to drink. He took a long sip.

"I saw you wrestle my kid once in OVW. My name's Randy Orton."

Danny knew that name. He had teamed with Orton's son a couple of times. He remembered hearing Randy's name mentioned a few times during the trial. Mostly people were wondering if Orton was a part of it. Guess they would now have their answer.

"My kid talked about you a couple of times saying you had potential. Course my kid is out of work. Shane McMahon fired him as soon as he took over WWF and WCW. Said it was a budget thing. But I think it's because I'm his father."

Danny knew several people had been let go from WWE because of suspicious hirings but he didn't think that was why Randy III was fired. But he couldn't say that to the older Randy.

"How long are you going to hold me here," Danny asked changing the subject.

"Until we have our revenge," he said. He got up from his chair and left the room.

Danny watched him leave with a feeling of dread.

The next day Shane McMahon arrived at Atlanta International School to pick up Andi and Wes from school. He was early and waited in the parent drop off/pick up area. He looked on the backseat and saw a folder that was lying on the backseat. He must have forgotten to take them in last night. He opened the backdoor and bent down to pick it up.

Something hit him hard from behind. He fell against the backseat.

"Dad," a voice screamed. He turned around to see Andi running towards him along with other people.

"Sir are you okay," a voice asked from next to him.

"I'm not sure," he answered truthfully.

"Well my wife has called an ambulance," the man answered. "Don't move."

"I'm okay," Shane said as he started to get up. He shoulder really hurt.

"Just try to relax," another voice said from behind him as something was pressed against his shoulder. "You've been shot."

"What," Shane asked. "I don't remember getting shot!"

"Well that's what looks like," the first person said. "Security is trying to locate the shooter."

"My kids…" Shane started to say.

"Don't worry sir," another person said, "we are keeping everyone back at a safe distance."

Several minutes later the EMTs arrived and loaded him into the ambulance.

"My kids," he said again.

"They are in the front. Your wife will meet you at the hospital."

"Daddy you okay," Wes asked.

"Yep they are just taking me to the hospital to be checked out."

"Don't worry kids," the driver said. "Your dad just has a boo boo."

"They aren't even using the sirens," Andi said to her brother. "They use sirens for big emergencies."

Something was injected into Shane's good arm and he closed his eyes. The next thing he knew his gurney was being pulled from the back of the ambulance. He was wheeled into an examination room.

"Hello Mr. McMahon," a chipper voice greeted. "My name is Nurse Brenda. We are going to get your arm x-rayed to check the damage to your shoulder."

"Where are my kids," he asked.

"Nurse Hannah is with them in the waiting room until your wife arrives. Don't worry Mr. McMahon. We'll take care of your kids."

Shane was wheeled into x-ray and then back to the exam room when they were finished with the x-rays. He found Michael Erichson waiting for him. The orderly said that the doctor would be with them soon.

"What happened," Michael asked as soon as they were alone.

"I went to the school to pick up my kids and I guess I was shot. But I didn't hear anything just felt the bullet."

"Must have been using a silencer. Michael said, "whoever it was, was gone by the time security was notified. I've got agents searching the area."

"We know who it was," Shane said. "It's either Orton or Chad or any of the other people who are employed by Hunter or Stephanie."

"Right," Michael agreed, "but we haven't found them. Until we do, I have Agents watching Owen, Chris, Steve, and you and your family of course."

The door opened and a doctor entered the exam room. "Hello Mr. McMahon, he greeted. "My name is Dr. Brower. I have examined the x-rays and have found that the bullet went clean through. There are no bullet fragments in your shoulder. I'm going to prescribe you some painkillers. You will also want to keep your arm in a sling for the next couple of weeks. I will have Nurse Brenda come in and stitch up your arm and you'll be good to go. You can visit your physician to have the stitches removed."

"Thanks doctor," Shane said relieved that he wasn't being checked into the hospital.

The doctor left.

"You were lucky Shane," Michael said. He looked down at his phone. "I'll be right back," he said. "I've got to take this call but I'll send Marissa in." He said and left the exam room. A couple of minutes later Marissa, Andi, and Wes came into the room.

Marissa hugged Shane carefully. "I'm so glad that you are okay," she said, "I was so worried."

"Us too," Andi said speaking for herself and Wes. "When I saw you get shot…" her voice shook.

"I'm sorry you saw that," Shane said reaching out to her with his good arm. She moved in for a hug along with Wes. He held both of his children awkwardly until a nurse came in to stitch up his shoulder.

Forty minutes later, the McMahons were leaving the hospital. Michael and a couple of agents went with them.

Shane's shoulder was really starting to hurt as he got into Marissa's car. He tried not to show it as Marissa helped him with the seatbelt.

"We'll bring your car when we are done examining it," Michael said. He handed Marissa the file folder Shane had been trying to get when he was shot. "I wasn't sure if you needed these or not."

"Thanks Michael," Shane said.

"Tammy and I will be by later," Michael said. "I want to check in with everyone. I know Eric and Loree are leaving for Japan in a couple of days."

"They are still planning to go on the trip," Marissa asked in surprise. "I thought everyone was staying in Atlanta.

"Unfortunately," Michael said, "we couldn't convince them to stay here. Eric seems to think he would be just as safe or safer overseas. He says he has a couple of friends in the Yakuza."

"That doesn't surprise me," Shane said as he leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes.

Marissa drove away.

Yakuza=Japanese mafia in case you didn't know. Things don't want to get better in this fic that's for sure.