After Frank and the others had finished making arrangements to meet the next day and discuss their findings, Frank asked Chet to take Callie home.
"No problem," Chet agreed, looking at his friend curiously.
"I'm fine," promised Frank, interpreting the look. "I just need some fresh air and thought I would walk home."
"Are you sure you're okay?" asked Callie in concern.
"Yes," Frank assured her before kissing her goodbye. "See you all tomorrow," he added as he left.
As Frank neared his house he slowed his gait, coming to a complete stop at the bushes bordering the Hardy lawn with that of their neighbors and kneeling down. Agent Blaine and four other CIA agents were herding his parents into a car.
His eyes hardening, he stealthily made his way closer as his dad refused to get into the car. "This is preposterous!" thundered Fenton, his brown eyes blazing. "You have no right to do this."
"I am not going to argue with you," Blaine told Fenton calmly. "You will go as a guest or as a prisoner but you will go."
"You're despicable," Fenton spat. "Joe is my son and I have every right to remain..."
"You have no rights at the current time," Blaine dismissed him and turned away. "Take them," he ordered.
Once the car had departed with Fenton and Laura, Blaine turned to another man. "Find Frank Hardy," he snapped. "He's a security risk."
"He's only a boy," the man objected.
"He's Joe Hardy's brother," Blaine stated coldly. "The enemy made their intentions known via the letter we intercepted. It was made perfectly clear that Joe will be killed if the instructions are not carried out. That makes every member of the boy's family a threat and they will be treated as such," Blaine explained.
"If Frank Hardy surrenders willingly, he will be taken to join his parents in protective custody," Blaine continued. "If not, place him under arrest and not under the jurisdiction of the local authorities. They have soft spot for the Hardys."
"Yes, Sir," the agent snapped with a small salute. "His vehicle is still parked at the Shaw residence."
"Keep a man there," Blaine instructed. "And monitor each of their closest friends," he added.
"Yes, Sir," the agent replied again before turning away to carry out his orders.
Frank remained where he was until all but one of the men had left. Now what? he wondered silently as he slipped away into the darkness. How was he going to find out what was in the letter? How was he going to find Joe before it was too late?
"No problem," Chet agreed, looking at his friend curiously.
"I'm fine," promised Frank, interpreting the look. "I just need some fresh air and thought I would walk home."
"Are you sure you're okay?" asked Callie in concern.
"Yes," Frank assured her before kissing her goodbye. "See you all tomorrow," he added as he left.
As Frank neared his house he slowed his gait, coming to a complete stop at the bushes bordering the Hardy lawn with that of their neighbors and kneeling down. Agent Blaine and four other CIA agents were herding his parents into a car.
His eyes hardening, he stealthily made his way closer as his dad refused to get into the car. "This is preposterous!" thundered Fenton, his brown eyes blazing. "You have no right to do this."
"I am not going to argue with you," Blaine told Fenton calmly. "You will go as a guest or as a prisoner but you will go."
"You're despicable," Fenton spat. "Joe is my son and I have every right to remain..."
"You have no rights at the current time," Blaine dismissed him and turned away. "Take them," he ordered.
Once the car had departed with Fenton and Laura, Blaine turned to another man. "Find Frank Hardy," he snapped. "He's a security risk."
"He's only a boy," the man objected.
"He's Joe Hardy's brother," Blaine stated coldly. "The enemy made their intentions known via the letter we intercepted. It was made perfectly clear that Joe will be killed if the instructions are not carried out. That makes every member of the boy's family a threat and they will be treated as such," Blaine explained.
"If Frank Hardy surrenders willingly, he will be taken to join his parents in protective custody," Blaine continued. "If not, place him under arrest and not under the jurisdiction of the local authorities. They have soft spot for the Hardys."
"Yes, Sir," the agent snapped with a small salute. "His vehicle is still parked at the Shaw residence."
"Keep a man there," Blaine instructed. "And monitor each of their closest friends," he added.
"Yes, Sir," the agent replied again before turning away to carry out his orders.
Frank remained where he was until all but one of the men had left. Now what? he wondered silently as he slipped away into the darkness. How was he going to find out what was in the letter? How was he going to find Joe before it was too late?