The phone rang with a sharp shrill tone. Murphy jerked awake at the sound. He glanced at Conner. He was still sound asleep. The phone rang again.
"Alright, alright," Murphy muttered. He shuffled to the tiny kitchen and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" His voice sounded tired and bewildered.
"Hey boys, I hope I didn't wake you but, this is an emergency." Agent Paul Smecker's voice issued from the phone. Murphy moaned.
"They haven't found us already, have they? This place was starting to grow on me." The answering angry groan from the bedroom told him that Conner was awake and listening. He heard footsteps coming down the hall.
"No, no, it's got nothing to do with that. Listen I just got a phone call about you." Smecker sounded unsure. That wasn't normal. Murphy looked at Conner and put his hand over the receiver.
"It's okay I don't think we have to move, but I don't like this sound of this either way." He took his hand off the receiver and let smacker continue.
"Just got a frantic phone call, some crazy chick saying she needs to talk to you about something. It could be a trap but, then again it might not. I'm going to patch you a line through to her. Just let her talk to you for a couple seconds, if you still haven o idea who she is or what the hell she's talking about just hang up. If you know it's safe, talk as long as you want. Got it?"
"Yeah I got it." Murphy yawned.
"Okay here's the line." After a click and a beep a young woman's voice replaced Smecker's.
"Guy's? Conner? Murphy? Are you there?" Murphy's eyes flew open.
"Hannah?" Murphy asked, now even more confused than before. Conner jumped out of the chair he had sunk into looking just as shocked as Murphy. He put his head next to the phone so they could both listen.
"Sis? What's wrong?" The older brother instincts were kicking in. "Did somebody hurt you?"
"Who's ass are we kicking sis? 'Cause, we can be there in a flash." Murphy asked. His fists clenched.
"I should be kicking your asses!" Hannah sounded mad. The brothers looked at each other bewildered. What had they done?
"Hannah?" Conner was trying to make sense of the situation.
"I saw you guys on TV. What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Wait, we've made international TV? I mean, why would anyone back home want to hear about us?" Murphy asked. He hadn't caught on yet. Conner was quicker.
"Hannah, where are you?" he was already dreading the answer. As he asked this question Murphy looked like a light bulb hadn't just on in Murphy's head; it looked like one exploded.
"Two months ago I moved to this quaint little city called Boston." she said the last word with as much anger as she could summon and then hung up.
"Shit, shit, shit." Murphy threw the phone back on the dock, missing it completely. Conner dropped the floor and scooped up the phone and started punching in numbers.
"Who in hell are you calling?"
"Smecker, you idiot. Who else?" He put his ear to the phone.
"Smecker? Did you trace that last call, yes I can wait.' He took the phone into their room and pulled on some clothes. "You did? Thank God, Smecker, you're the best. Listen that was our sister, she's in Boston. What? Yeah, of course I know she could be in danger. Why the hell else would I want her address? Yeah, we're going to check on her, maybe bring her back here. I don't quite know the plan yet. What? Yeah, that would be great. Bye." He turned to Murphy who had followed his lead and put on some clothes.
"I got her address, let's go see sis." The grabbed their jackets and headed back out into the storm.