Dean-
We packed our clothes and were handed our new identities. We flew into San Diego. Joe was now Roman Reigns, Colby was now Seth Rollins, and I was now Dean Ambrose. Seth took his hat off.
"What did you do to your hair?", Roman asked.
We started laughing. He rolled his eyes. His hair was half blonde.
"Okay, haha. Denise said to do it alright", he said, throwing his bag in the trunk of our beat up Honda.
"I don't think she was serious man", I laughed.
Driving to the border, passing with no trouble. Finding the warehouse Hunter had said they were going to be. It was in the middle of nowhere. A few empty buildings around. Batista and Mysterio, two other agent were taking on Roman and Seth. I would be fighting Randy to get Fernandez to trust us more. Roman and Seth going over things with Batista and Mysterio.
Randy-
We flew into Tijuana in Fernandez's private jet. Driving to the warehouse.
"We're here sir", I said.
He nodded. We all got off, Hunter and Kane followed him. I went to the back to get ready for my fight.
"Dean?", I asked the blonde short haired guy.
He nodded.
"It's nice to see you again", I said low.
"You too. Its been what, two years", he said.
I nodded.
"Right after our fight, they'll bust in. That's when you grab him and pull him through here. The car's out back. We got you a black suv, but you'll have to hot wire it. Seeing as he won't question it", I said.
"Got it", he said.
"See you out there and good luck", I said.
Leaving him alone in the locker room. I went out to find Fernandez.
"Did you see the guy you're fighting Randy?", he asked.
"Yes sir. Not a big guy, I've got this", I smirked.
"Confident I see", he said chuckling.
I laughed and nodded.
"Don't let size fool you, sometimes the strongest man is the smallest", he said.
Dean-
Roman's fight with Batista was great to watch. I now saw the appeal in these fights. Batista's jaw was covered in blood. Randy came over to me.
"He's impressed by Roman", he said.
I looked over to our target, he was telling Hunter something. Hunter nodded and wrote something down. Roman won. Seth was next. He was punching Mysterio hard, throwing him against the fence and stepping on him. Yelling things at him. Our target smirked, again he said something to Hunter who wrote something down.
"We're up kid", Randy said.
He went to stand next to our target as they announced me. I started throwing punches into the air and bouncing on my feet. I smirked at Randy. Our target looked between us. Randy looked down at him and then nodded, sending a smirk of his own. He came towards the ring.
Roman and Seth sat near our target, cheering me on. I started throwing punches and Randy threw some too. He had to land them, seeing as Randy was our target's prized fighter. Then an alarm broke out and someone yelled cops in spanish.
Randy gave me a nod. Hunter and Kane escorted our target into the locker rooms leaving him there.
"Package is secured", I heard in my ear piece.
Roman and Seth joined me by the door. Going in, he was hiding.
"Who are you?", Roman asked.
"My name's Jose Fernandez. I need help getting out of here. If you do that, I can give you a better life. You'll be making more money than you would fighting", he said scared.
"I know who you are. Why should we trust that you'll keep your word?", Seth asked.
We heard gun shots in the hall.
"Please, I need new bodyguards. I was going to talk to you three before CIA busted in", he said panicked.
We looked at each other.
"We can go through the back. Come on", I said.
We grabbed our bags and pulled him with us. Finding the black suv Randy said would be waiting. Seth lifted the hood.
"What are you doing? We have to go", our target said, looking back.
"Relax, if I don't pull the wire to disarm the alarm we'll be caught", Seth said.
"If you haven't noticed, this isn't exactly our car", I said.
"We came in a beat up Honda, it'll probably turn off on us before we get far enough away", Roman said
He nodded.
"Done", Seth closed the hood.
Roman broke into the car. Opening the door for our target. I was driving, Seth had shot gun, and Roman sat in the back with our target.
"Where are we heading? Boss", I said smirking.
He gave a small laugh.
"Vista Hermosa, Michoacán", he said.
We looked at him confused. He got up and pressed something into the GPS. The Spanish voice of a woman came through giving directions to a nearby field.
"My jet is there. Do you need me to translate?", he asked.
"No, we speak and understand Spanish", Seth said.
He nodded. We had to learn more than one language when it came to working undercover.
"What's in Vista Hermosa? If you don't mind me asking", I said.
"My daughter", he smiled.
"That's where you live? I hear that place is full of cartel", Roman said.
"Yes, my men", he said casually.
"So your kid is safe?", I asked.
"Some what. That's where you three come in", he said.
"All those dead people on tv and pictures are because of your men. Innocent people, kids", I said angry.
"I know. Some of those men that you've seen hanged or torn apart are dead because they killed innocent people. Some of the people my men kill aren't so innocent sometimes", he said.
"How do we know you won't kill us?", Roman asked.
"You just have to trust me", he said smirking.
I looked at Seth. He raised a brow and we continued on. Finding his jet. We saw Randy standing by the jet door. We got our bags. Fernandez called over Kane, who had a can of gasoline.
"Burn it", he said.
Kane nodded and poured the gas on the car. Lighting it on fire.
"Shall we gentlemen?", he asked.
We got on the jet. Along with Randy, Hunter, and Kane.
"Where were you three?", he asked Randy.
"Keeping CIA away. We saw you drive off with them and knew you were safe", Randy said.