Bo woke to his own uncontrollable shivering. Everything was blurry beyond the first nine inches from his face. From what he could see, his hands were bound in front of him, bearing large bruises. No, those aren't bruises, that's frostbite, Bo thought.

From somewhere in the room, there was a large argument going down. He recognized the voices, but couldn't see what was going on.

"You imbecile! How many times have I told you? You don't touch the Dukes unless I tell you!" Hughie exclaimed.

"Yeah, and when's that gonna be? You know what you are, Hughie? A coward, a bloody coward! To you, I might just be some stupid Cajun, but at least I don't curl up in the path of every shadow that crosses me." Sorrel argued.

"At least I'm smart enough to know how to do simple tasks such as followin' orders!"

Sorrel growled. "Sit on it, Hogg!"

Hughie cussed him and there was a loud crash.

"I could kill you… so easily." Sorrel snarled with a maniacal laugh.

Hughie coughed. "Get outta my sight!"

Sorrel scoffed, then turned to leave. "Find me again, Hogg, and I'll cut your throat."

The door slammed shut, causing Bo to flinch. Hughie got up, muttering, and brushing himself off. Bo could hear him getting closer, then see him as his vision began to clear.

Hughie sighed. "So hard to find good help these days."

Bo heard him laugh softly. He tried to move, tried to say something, but his body wouldn't comply. Hughie walked behind him, and a small click sounded off.

"You know, I think Sorrel was on to somethin' with this." Hughie sneered.

Bo was suddenly hit with a blast of cold as Hughie walked back around into his field of sight. With his foot, Hughie pushed Bo closer to the freezer.

"Now tell me, Bo, where's the rest of your family hidin'?" Hughie asked.

"What's it… to you?" Bo coughed out.

Hughie laughed once more. "There's a fortune to be made, but… I wouldn't expect you to understand."

"T-try me."

Hughie stopped pushing him. He thought for a moment, before closing the freezer door. He grabbed Bo by the arm, pulling him up to sit. Bo winced, the sudden movement had been quite painful.

"You saw what I was plannin' to do with Hazzard, an industrial haven. However, that's just the surface of it all. Now, before I start gettin' into it, about the places that I left untouched. I had some of my people distract the public while I took soil samples from various parts of the county. Fun fact, the very land we're standin' on is rich in coal reserves. So, with the profit from the strip mines, and the massive exports, I'll be makin' millions, maybe even billions!" Hughie exclaimed.

"What's the catch?" Bo asked.

Hughie laughed yet again. "Alright, I admit, I ain't nowhere near that legitimate. The certain 'exports' I mentioned, is really an umbrella term. I'm talkin' illegal whiskey, counterfeit, contraband, the works! Once the criminal underworld sees my success, they'll all be beggin' me to take their money! I'll be richer and more famous than Al Capone!"

"Why Hazzard? Why not somewheres else? Hazzard ain't nothin' special, why can't you do this somewhere more… I dunno, noticeable?"

"Because! After the people of Hazzard chewed me and my brother up and spat us out, I felt obligated to return the favor."

Bo averted his gaze, knowing that by 'people of Hazzard' Hughie meant his family and the others held up at the Smiths'. Then, Bo realized something else. He realized that Hughie's people that he'd mentioned, didn't refer to just Sorrel and Jackson.

"It was you the whole time." Bo remarked quietly.

"What're you talkin' about?" Hughie snarled.

"Hollow Hill, the Four of Spades, it was all you."

Hughie smiled. "I've gotta hand it to ya, you ain't as dumb as ya look. But, you're right. Lettin' loose those evils was maybe one of my more stupid mistakes. I heard about what happened at Hollow Hill, so just know that I said dealer's choice on that one. As for the Four of Spades, Texas lost his life privileges to Clayton Jennings."

Bo looked at him skeptically. "Rosco watched Clayton die, the Four of Spades killed him. Clayton never got the chance to kill any of them."

"No? Tell me, what do you think happens when the Devil finds himself dead as a mortal?"

"D-Devil?"

"He goes right back to Hell! Nothing changes, things go back the way they were for him."

"Clayton ain't the Devil, that don't even make sense!"

"Just ask the sheriff; I'm sure he'll tell you all about it." Hughie reached into his inside coat pocket. "But, in the meantime, I've still got more than a few questions for you." He drew a gun, and grabbed Bo by the throat, pulling him in close. "Now, would you rather meet your maker, or tell me where the others are?"

Bo spat in his face, sending him reeling back.

Hughie wiped his face with the back of his hand. "Alright then, have it your way."

Hughie cocked his gun, taking aim. Bo's blood ran cold, but he didn't dare show his fear. Somewhere outside, two powerful engines could be heard.

Hughie's finger tensed around the trigger.

"Make it quick." Bo growled.

"I didn't realize you were in such a rush." Hughie replied.

Bo noticed that Hughie had begun to sweat nervously. He listened to the engines grow louder. "Y'know, Sorrel was right, you are a coward."

"I ain't a coward."

"Then prove it. Pull the trigger and prove to me that you ain't a coward! Or is that just it? You're a big, fat chicken!"

"No, I ain't!" Hughie growled angrily.

He squeezed his eyes shut, and quickly pulled the trigger. He waited a moment, before opening them again, slowly. He saw the stream of smoke coming from the barrel of his gun, there to remind him that he'd really just pulled the trigger. Then, beyond that, he saw Bo laying on the floor, doubled over, not moving. He let the gun fall from his hand and clatter to the ground.

His hands shook, he felt hollow inside. His conscience was burning, a lump rose in his throat. He thought about prosecution, judges, lawyers, attorneys. Oh God, I actually did it. I killed him, why did I kill him? Hughie wondered frantically. Thoughts of prison and possibly death clouded his mind.

"G-get up. Get up, please." Hughie pleaded softly.

Bo didn't move.

Hughie ran a hand through his hair. He felt sick; he didn't know how Sorrel did this. Taking a human life was ten times more difficult than he'd described it.

Because he likes to kill people. He doesn't think about their lives, they're just his playthings until he gets bored, Hughie thought.

Just then, the loud scream of an engine caught his attention. The deafening crash of the building forced him to cover his ears. As a little black car flew in through the freezer, Hughie dove to the ground. The car crashed through the opposite side, and sparks went flying as it collided with the breaker box. Small flames sprouted up on the fallen wallboards.

Hughie lifted his head and watched as Bo picked himself up off the ground. The Duke boy turned to run, and Hughie grabbed him by the ankle.

Bo turned to him. "Hughie, let go."

"That was a dirty trick, don't think I'mma let you get away with that." Hughie protested.

"Alright, fine, guess we'll just do this the hard way."

At that, Bo kicked Hughie in the face, good and hard, forcing him to let go.

The foundation of the building groaned, and the ceiling grew lopsided. Flames grew around them, walls turning black. Hughie jumped to his feet, backing away from a growing wall of fire. He covered his nose and mouth with his arm, coughing.

Bo dodged a piece of wood as the ceiling began to fall. Flames lapped at his sides, clinging to the sleeves of his jacket. He pulled it off quickly as it began to burn.

"This's sure a fine mess you got us into, Hughie!" Bo called over the crackling of the fires.

"Me? This ain't my fault. If you woulda just minded your own business, this never woulda happened!" Hughie argued.

"Oh sure, blame somebody else, just like you blame your parents for the way you turned out!"

"At least I have parents!"

"Oh, that was below the belt!"

"What can I say? I'm a bad man."

Outside, Thunder had been debating whether or not to charge into the fiery inferno. He was about to, when suddenly, General cut in front of him.

What do you think you're doing? General rumbled angrily.

I-I'm sorry, it's a long story, but I'm trying to save your driver. Thunder explained.

I thought you left because everything was fine. Here I thought he was safe back with the others. Thunder, why didn't you say something sooner?

I thought Christine was calling because of an emergency so I left him. I'm sorry, I didn't think anything bad could happen.

General growled maliciously. We'll talk about this later. Get Trigger and go back to the garage.

But-

Now!

Thunder hesitated, but then went off to do what he'd been told.

General lined himself up to drive into the building. Alright, Hughie, a cat's got nine lives, let's see how many a Hogg has.

His engine roared as he charged inside. The whole foundation shook as he landed. Through the fire and smoke, he couldn't see a thing. Just then, Hughie appeared out of nowhere. He scrambled inside the driver's side window.

No, out! General hissed.

He bucked and shook himself, trying to get Hughie out but the Hogg persisted.

"S-stop, I'm tryna help you!" Hughie exclaimed.

Help yourself. General growled.

Another chunk of the ceiling came falling down and he backed out of its way.

"No, wait!" A voice behind them exclaimed.

But, it was too late. As soon as General backed into the wall, another chunk of the ceiling fell, forcing Bo to dive for cover. Bo army-crawled underneath the car. With a final, loud groan, the building collapsed around them.