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A few hours later Frank and Joe were bundled up tight and the heater on full blast as they searched through data they had collected. Frank shivered involuntarily as the wind howled outside. The storm that Joe had mentioned had hit with startling force.

"This storm could cause us some major problems." Frank could hear the worry in Joe's voice. Funny, how that now he was paying more attention to his brother he saw the subtle changes. He noticed that Joe's fierce loyalties ran a bit more protective but also quieter and more reserved. The largest change was Joe's impetuousness had morphed into something more mature. It was hard to describe, but was defiantly visible to the ones that had known him well.

"I have a feeling its' going to be pretty nasty before the night is out. We are in prime conditions for an ice storm." Frank couldn't help but laugh as Joe rolled his eyes. They were not strangers to ice storms. And in a weird way they were lucky that they weren't in the city. It just meant that getting out of the cabin was going to get tricky.

"Do you think we need to worry about the water pipes?" Frank could tell that Joe was getting antsy and needed to do something.

"I'm sure the pipes are well insulated, but you could do a quick check around the cabin to see if everything is sealed." Frank smiled at Joe's gratitude. He watched Joe for a minute in the kitchen then looked back down at his list.

Together they had spent the last few hours searched the internet on anything they could find that remotely dealt with their suspect list. Joe had mentioned the storm and they saved as much as they could. Once the storm rolled in they were stuck looking only through the information they had saved and connecting the dots out loud.

Frank knew that the top of Joe's list was the Assassin's. And Frank did grudgingly agree that they would be the ones best suited to pulling something like this off. But he didn't want to cross anyone else off the list in favor of an old enemy. And that was another key point. Neither of the brothers had heard anything from the Assassin's in a couple years.

Next on the list, was Ranger Anderson and his odd behavior. They didn't have much else to go on. Joe had argued to add on the other ranger as well. Since he claimed to have known the Mitchell's for a long time.

That leads to the Mitchell's, as a family. Not really sure if they should add them all or not, the brothers put them all on the list just incase. Frank argued with Joe that it could just be his roommate and the parents wouldn't be involved, and that would also mostly absolve Ranger Williamson.

Frank sat back to thinking about other possibilities. He absentmindedly watched as Joe started a fire. He stared into the flames thinking about all that had gone on. Was this really a trap for them? Was this an elaborate trap just to get them? Frank could almost believe that some of it had to do with them, but it couldn't all be for just them. There had to be something else.

Frank continued to stare into the flames and flashes came before his eyes. A roaring fire. Tackling his brother to save him from him self. Having to hold onto his brother while screams of terror and defiance ripped from Joe's chest. Frank closed his eyes, his jaw clenching. His memories of the day Iola died where hard for him to bear. He had vowed to never see his brother like that again.

Frank shook his head. He didn't need to be thinking these thoughts. If Joe was having a hard time dealing then he better be the strong one. Frank sat up to get his mind back on work when all the power suddenly went out.

He could see Joe still sitting in front of the fire. "Well," Joe laughed. "Guess I started that right on time."