Slowly the duo moved towards the large, dark buildings. Just as expected, there was no sign of life, a fact that did nothing to reassure the majority of the group waiting outside. It could just as easily be a trap. It was better to remain on guard.

Cautiously they moved into the main building. There was no electronic security for each individual building, just barbed wire and precautionary measures. It was as though the Right to Censor didn't think that anyone would dare to break into one of their facilities. Especially not the police barracks, run by Bull Buchanan.

Once inside the two large men remained on their guard. There was a chance that someone within the RTC offices knew of their plans or that someone, a trusted friend, or even one of them had informed the RTC that during the celebrations of 'One Year of Censorship' the Non Conformist Chameleons were planning on having a week long holiday in Buchanan's Playground, as the barracks were nicknamed.

The group outside waited anxiously. Suddenly, the signal echoed through the night air. Grinning at each other, they headed for the building as well. still not letting their guard down. It was better to remain alert for no reason, than to relax and find yourself in the middle of a trap. It was something they'd learnt the hard way.

They entered the barracks, falling naturally into formation. Smaller men at the back, bigger men at the sides, women in the middle and front. The tension was thick - a few quiets days without having to hide, worry about food and the RTC. Everyone had their weapons in their hands and it would be a sorry RTC member who surprised this lot.

Finally, the NCC reached their destination. They filed into the room, looking at the Undertaker and Kane, both leaning against the wall and the wonderful sight in front of them. It was several minutes before the silence was broken.

"Beds." breathed Lita, almost reverently. "We're sleeping in beds tonight. Actual beds, with mattresses and pillows and blankets."

Molly Holly, one of the other three active female members of the NCC looked at her with a grin. "Pillow fight!"

The guys laughed at the sight of the women chasing each other around and squealing like teenagers. As far as they were concerned, it had been far too long since the girls - Lita, Molly & Jackie - had been able to relax. The women had done it tough and the men were both proud and protective of them.

It was for that reason that Jeff felt guilty about getting everyone's attention and breaking up the fun. "OK, there's this dorm and another one down the hall. Personally I think we'll all fit in this one, and I'm not feeling 100 % safe about being here, if anything happens we're trapped. However, there's a couple of rooms with double beds on the second floor, so if anyone -" He glanced at Jackie and Bradshaw -"wants some privacy, then let me know. I want to know where everyone is at all times, so tell someone where you're going and don't go alone."

Matt stepped up beside Jeff. "I got word from Chyna that DX will be along later in the week, if they don't run into trouble." He looked at his brother. "I think that covers it."

"Anyone got anything to add?" Jeff looked around. "Alright then kids, just kick back and enjoy the week. And don't do anything stupid!"

"That means you Christain!" shouted Shane McMahon. Christain just looked at him over the top of those stupid goggles and shook his head. No matter what else was lost in a skirmish or running through the dense bushes, somehow Christain managed to keep those goggles of his.

As expected by everyone, Jackie and Bradshaw stepped forward straight away to claim a double room. The RTC reign had been tough on their relationship, and there were quite a few people who were surprised that they were still together.

The group wandered away. They all had maps of the building, supplied by Trish. She was one of their people on the inside, working in the RTC's main offices. It had been Trish who'd informed the Hardy brothers that Buchanan's Playground would be empty for a week. She'd passed the news along to Mother Scats, a member of the Mother's Club who'd slipped the info onto Chris Jericho when he'd made his weekly visit for news, letters and supplies. The Mother's Club was a group of women, who mainly lived out from the cities and were largely unaffected by the RTC's inane laws, but disagreed with them anyway.

After quickly checking the rest of the group was occupied, Raven slipped over to where Jeff was talking to Test. "Can I request a double room?"

"Are you two still trying to act all innocent?" Test rolled his eyes. Grinning Jackie cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted across the room. "Hey Molly! Make sure you and Raven keep it down tonight, Bradshaw and I are right next door and wanna get some sleep!"

Turning several different shade of red, Molly grabbed her stuff and headed off, followed closely by Raven. Lita and Matt did the same, and everyone began settling in for the night. Chris settled in a bed at the end of the room away from everyone else. To his surprise, he couldn't sleep and as they always did when he had trouble sleeping, his thoughts turned to Stephanie.