Chapter Three
The remaining members of Evolution filed into their room.  The three men were of differing minds about the whole affair.  It hadn't been a disaster and for that they were grateful, but it hadn't been a rousing success either.  They were at a crossroads.  They had some very serious decisions to make before they met the "happy" couple at the airport later that evening.
Randy's blue eyes danced nervously around the room as his large calloused hands rubbed together.  The six foot four superstar was more than a little apprehensive about what had just happened.  He knew that Batista could be unstable when provoked and they'd just grabbed hold and yanked the lion's tail, so to speak.
Hunter ran frustrated fingers through his shoulder length blonde hair.  His hazel eyes noted Orton's agitated state and he understood it.  The heavy weight champion noticed that the Nature Boy seemed cool as a cucumber, as if everything had played out the way he had expected.
Triple H cocked his head to the side and studied the other man.  The cerebral assassin's mind was going over the scene in Dave's hotel room earlier.  Again he got the feeling that something had happened in that room that he didn't understand.
The little redhead hadn't seemed afraid of Flair, or the rest of them for that matter, and that was more than a little unnerving.  She was a tiny little thing; yet there was something indefinable about her that set off warning bells in his head.
It was the same feeling he got every time Ric got that far away look in his eyes.  The two were somehow connected.  Hunter was sure of that much, but he couldn't figure out how.  If there was one thing that Triple H didn't like, it was not having all the answers.  With a sigh he settled his large frame in one of the rooms armchairs.
Ric watched Hunter watch him.  The self-proclaimed dirtiest player in the game knew what was bothering the young blonde.    The piercing blue eyes that stared back at him from the mirror told of a man that was in total control.  He studied his reflection.  His white blonde hair and tanned skin spoke of a man much younger than his fifty-four years.  He sent his mirror image a patented smirk and turned to face the others.
"Gentlemen, we have got some hard decisions to make.  Batista's stunt last night proves just how little control we really have over the big man," he paused waiting for his words to sink in.
Hunter nodded his blonde head slowly.  He had been the first to notice Dave trying to make a break from the rest of evolution, and had jumped at the opportunity to keep him within the fold.
Randy just stared at the older wrestler.  He had no idea what he was talking about.  If the sinking feeling in his gut was any indication, whatever was said he wasn't going to like.  The young man knew what it was like to be forced to do something you had no wish to do and that's exactly what they were doing to Batista.
Ric studied the men quietly.  "Guys, come on.  Everything's going to be just fine."
"How can you say that?" Hunter barked.  "You made us a target with that stunt you pulled on Dave.  He's going to be looking for a way out now, if he wasn't before."
"Flair man, Hunter's right," Orton said.  "The man's unstable at best and psychotic at worst."
Ric's blue eyes were lit with an eerie inner fire.  The other two men shared a worried glance.  "Gentlemen, not only will Batista not come after us he won't even know what hit him."  Triple H and Randy shot Flair a puzzled look.  "We couldn't have bought better help," he said gleefully.  Again he got blank looks from his companions.  "Dave"s new wife is..." he paused dramatically.  "A witch."
Randy rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Not this bullshit again," he thought.  "The man is obviously off his rocker if he thinks we're going to buy into all that mumbo jumbo."
Hunter sat back in his chair.  His fingers were steepled under his chin.  This wasn't the first time that Ric had mentioned something to that effect.  It would explain his weird behavior, but how did the little redhead tie into what was going on now?
Seeing the look in the champ's eyes Flair pressed, "This would do the trick.  We could secure our future forever with her at our side."
Triple H saw a gaping hole in Ric's plan.  "And just how do you plan to get her there?"
"Oh come on," Randy interrupted.  "You're not seriously buying into this, are you?"
Hunter's hazel eyes bore into Orton's blue gaze.  "Kid, you haven't been around long enough.  Haven't seen what I've seen.  There are things out there that would break your mind.  If Ric says that she's a witch, I believe him," he shrugged one massive shoulder.  "And if she's not then we've lost nothing either."
Disgusted Randy turned from them.  "Do what you want.  I'm gonna go take a walk!"  With that he left the two men alone in the room.
"Well," Hunter asked, breaking the silence of the room.
"Huh, What," Ric questioned.
"Flair, the kid's not going to turn on us.  He just hasn't seen what we have.  He'll be back; you can count on it."  The older man nodded slowly.  "Now back to Dave's wife.  How do you plan to get her to...help us?"
The smile on the Nature Boy's face chilled the blonde wrestler.  It was not a move he ever wanted to see directed at him.  "Oh Champ that's the easy part.  Batista's about like our Randy.  He's not willing to believe that there are things that go bump in the night.  She's not going to tell him what she is, but more importantly she's not going to want us to tell him either."
"And if she does tell Dave, what then?"
Ric laughed.  "She won't."  He held up a hand to stall Hunter.  "Even if she does you know he won't believe her.  He doesn't believe what he's seen with his own eyes, even when there was no other possible explanation for what he saw.  It's perfect I tell ya."
One of Hunter's hands reached up and rubbed his jaw.  His mind went over what was being proposed and looked for any holes, or anything they might have missed.  He couldn't find any.  If Flair was right about this, and Ric was seldom wrong, they would be set.
The older man waited with baited breath.  He knew a word from Hunter and he'd have to scrap the whole plan.  He didn't want to have to do that, but if the other man wasn't with him one hundred percent then it wasn't worth doing.
Flair breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the smile breaking over the heavy weight champion's face.  They shared an evil smile.  "Ric, my man, I like the way you think."