He had wisened up a bit this time around.  This time, instead of black, which was the color he would typically rent, and instead of a car, he had gotten himself an SUV - in a bright blue color.  Naturally, he'd stuck with tinted windows, but those were mandatory, given his situation.

He needed to know if the redhead was going to make it.  Levesque knew she was not dead - yet - but he had to know what was going on.  It wasn't that he really cared - he was just damned curious.

He frowned, knowing he was taking a huge risk in being here.  The police were still searching for him, of that he was certain.  So far, he'd done a marvelous job of eluding them.

The Game laughed aloud at the sudden thought that penetrated his mind.  He and that bastard Copeland actually had a lot in common.  Like he'd thought not too long ago about the tall blond Canadian, he was like smoke, able to effectively vanish when he needed to.  At the rate he was going all these days, it seemed as though the cops would never catch him.

However, that thought left a bitter taste in his mouth - because if he and Adam Copeland were alike in that regard, he might never get his hands on the son of a bitch...

Levesque suddenly perked, sitting up straight as something caught his interest.  Shane and Stephanie McMahon had just stepped outside the hospital together, the elder sibling holding a cell phone in one hand as his sister spoke to him.

He wished he were an expert at lip-reading, but he couldn't really make out any words that spilled out of the brunette's lips.

Damn, Levesque thought as he allowed his eyes to gaze over Stephanie's form.  She was wearing a pair of short beige shorts and a red halter top, and the outfit gave him an alluring view of her luscious, curvy body.  Although he could no longer claim to be in love with her, Paul still wanted her.  And just last night, he would have had her - if not for that God damned Olympic jerk Kurt Angle.

He honestly wouldn't mind teaching that prick Angle a lesson - but Paul had bigger fish to fry.  All else had to come after he was finally finished with Copeland once and for all.

He squinted as he continued to watch the McMahon children, wondering what they were up to.  Shane spoke for awhile before passing the cell phone over to Stephanie.

Well, if nothing else, Levesque could clearly tell that, judging by the siblings' current demeanor, the Dumas bitch was alive - and, evidently, going to be fine.

*

"Well, this is important!" Stephanie cried as she held her brother's cell phone up to her right ear.  She listened to the individual on the other end for a moment before speaking again.  "Of course it's urgent!" she shouted, gesturing with her free hand although the person on the other end obviously couldn't see her.  "Okay, fine...then we'll be there.  Goodbye."  She pressed the end button, muttering, "Thanks for nothing!" as she glared down at the phone in her hand, then handed it to Shane.

"So?"

"So, he says we should be there by tomorrow by one PM at the latest...otherwise, it's a no-go," the brunette spoke.  "Can you believe that?  Like we have to get permission from that asshole to see our own father!"

"Calm down, Steph," Shane said softly, placing his hands on either of her shoulders as he gazed down into her upset face.  He understood all her frustrations.  They'd had to call Vince's lawyer in order to set it all up.  Although the man could be difficult, it had gone down okay.  "So, what does that mean?  We probably should leave early enough - either sometime tonight, or in the wee hours of tomorrow."

"When do you want to see him?" Stephanie asked.  In all truth, she didn't really want to visit Vince McMahon, but she knew they had no choice after everything that had happened in the last two days.

"I say we should get there and see him in the morning," Shane answered.  "No later than ten."

The brunette smirked knowingly.  Her brother had always been a stickler for being extra early for things.  Hell, according to their mom, he'd even been born a couple of weeks early.

"All right," she said with a sigh.  "Then I guess we may as well leave sometime tonight - after all, the sooner the better, right?"

"Good idea, Steph."

As they made their way back into the hospital, the brunette grew quiet as she thought about how Kurt was going to react to the news when she told him she and Shane would be going away for awhile.  She bit her lip, instinctively knowing it wasn't going to sit well with him.

Shane nudged her gently on the arm as they rode the elevator back up to Amy's floor.  "You okay, sis?"

Stephanie shook her head and sighed.  "I...don't know.  Shane, I..."  She lifted one hand to her forehead as she met his dark eyes worriedly.  "...I don't know how Kurt is going to take this - I mean, after what just happened last night - what almost happened..."

"Stephanie, you're going to be all right.  I'm with you.  And we'll come back just as soon as we see Dad," the young man said assuringly.  "Besides, something tells me Torrie's not going to be too thrilled about us going, either."  His heart softened at the thought of the tall platinum blonde.

The brunette turned to face him fully.  "You guys are really hitting it off, aren't you?"  A small smile took over her face, and she momentarily forgot about the impending disaster that might lie ahead.

Shane smiled as well.  "Yeah...I guess you can say that," he admitted sheepishly.  "The more time I spend with her, the more I start to think I'm going to end up crazy about her."

"That's nice, Shane..."  Stephanie reached for his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze as they continued on their way down the hall to the waiting room and their friends.