A/N: I don't own the wrestlers! I do own Pixie. Miz Mallows belong to Darkest-Hearts. HB belongs to PowerPeguin, who is not on (yet). As always, it's meant in fun.
The Mizard Of Odd
Chapter 21: Miz And Punk's Plan, Part Two
"Hide!" Miz hissed to the others.
Punk looked frantically at the doors. "There!" he said, pointing. They moved as quickly as they could. Punk pulled the door, but it wouldn't budge. He swiped the key and the door clicked open. They flung themselves inside.
"What is this place?" Miz muttered.
"Pill closet," Punk muttered, wrinkling his nose. "No wonder it was locked."
Miz sighed. "It's cramped."
They heard muffled voices in the hallway, followed by silence. Punk eased the door open and let Pixie out. The cat scampered off, then returned a moment later. "Clear," she told Miz.
"Clear," he repeated to the others.
"Good," Punk said, looking around in distaste. "Let's get out of here." He led the others back into the hall and once again, Pixie took the lead, scampering down the hallway towards the exit.
The halls twisted and turned. "How big is this place?" Miz muttered.
"Big enough," Punk said, "to hold the entire WWE plus some."
Miz shuddered. "That's huge. What the heck is going on?"
Punk shrugged. "There's the door," he said, indicating a door that Pixie was sniffing. They could see darkness through the glass.
"Freedom," Miz said with a smile. "I've never been so happy to see a parking lot in my whole life. And that's saying something."
Punk scanned the key card and the door unlatched. He scooped up Pixie and handed her to Miz, then pushed open the door. "Let's go."
Miz hesitated. "What about keys to the ambulance?"
Punk chuckled. "JJ, you're driving. I know all about your misspent youth."
JJ grinned. "I bet they left the keys inside it."
They had. "What kind of an idiot leaves the ambulance unlocked with the keys in it?" Miz wondered, as they piled into the back.
"The kind that are in a hurry," Punk said. "There's not much time. Hurry up." They closed the back doors and JJ started the ambulance, sirens and all. They were rolling!
"Why would they be in a hurry?" Miz asked Punk.
"I'll tell you when we're clear of this place," Punk said. He searched through the items in the back of the ambulance. "Anyone have any ideas where we're headed? We won't be able to keep the ambulance long; they're sure to report it stolen within the hour. Any ideas?"
Christian said, "I've got one."
"Let's hear it," Punk said.
"I've got a friend who's in the area this weekend. If someone could get me to a phone, I can give him a call. He'll get us someplace down the road, where they won't be looking for us."
Miz frowned. "You've had contact with the outside world?"
"No," Christian said.
"Then how do you know your friend is in town? Does he live around here?"
"Let's just say I overheard the information from a reliable source. Can you get me to a phone or not?"
The ambulance slowed and the sirens shut off. "Sh, we're at the gate," Punk said. "This is the moment of truth."
They heard the muffled sound of JJ talking to someone and then the ambulance started to roll again, picking up speed. "We're out?" Miz asked in disbelief.
Matt looked out the back window, then turned to Miz. "Yeah. We're out," he confirmed as the sirens started yet again.
"I can't believe that worked," Miz said.
"Oh, ye of little faith," said Punk. He slid open the window that let him talk to JJ in the front. "Christian says he needs a phone and we need to ditch this ambulance."
JJ grabbed something off the seat and handed it to Punk. "Give that to Rey."
Punk chuckled and said, "Well, here's the phone, Christian. Who are we calling?"
Christian closed his eyes and rattled off a number. Punk dialed it and handed the cell phone to Christian. "Hey, HB," he said into the phone. "It's Christian. Yeah, I know. It's been a long time. So listen, I need a favor. Are you guys still in Connecticut?"
"We're in Connecticut?" Miz asked Punk.
"Yeah. Where did you think we were?"
"No idea," Miz said.
"Great," Christian said into the phone. "Look, some friends of mine and I are kind of stranded and we need a ride. Where's your next venue?" He turned to Miz and Punk. "They're headed west," he said. "Uh huh," he said into the phone. "Okay, cool. We're about twenty miles from there. Sure." He gave the others a thumbs up. "See you in about ten, man." Christian hung up the phone with a grin. "We've got a ride to Pennsylvania, anyway. Someone tell JJ that we need to go to the docks."
"Got it, Rey," JJ said.
"Good," said Christian.
Punk looked thoughtful. "We can ditch the ambulance there, too. Christian, we'd better toss that phone into the ocean when we get there. I don't want anyone tracing that call back to us."
"Got it," Christian agreed, turning the phone off. He handed the phone to Miz. "Better take it apart first, too. I'd do it, but I'd probably lose the important pieces in the ambulance and never realize it."
Miz popped the back off the phone and started dismantling it. "Good point," he said. "Anyone know where we're going after Pennsylvania?"
"Let's not worry about it yet," Punk advised. "Let's just get clear of this place first and then we can think about what we need to do."
They spent the next several minutes in silence, listening to the sounds of the traffic outside and each thinking their own thoughts. Finally, JJ said, "We're at the docks," and the ambulance slowed, then stopped.
They piled out and Miz threw the phone's pieces into the ocean. "Good riddance," he muttered.
"Hey, what's your friend driving, Christian?" Punk asked.
Christian chuckled. "Oh, don't worry. You'll know when he gets here."
Miz was staring at the ocean when Christian's friend arrived. "What the hell is that?" JJ said, causing Miz to turn and stare at the huge bus that pulled up beside them. The side was painted with the word, "Jyipze4!"
The door opened slowly and a guy with long dark hair poked his head out. "Someone call for a ride?" he asked with an amused grin.