"J...Joe," Biff stuttered, unsure of Joe's reaction at the moment.
Joe turned to look at Biff, his eyes lightening back up to their own natural shade. "You okay?" he asked, going and sitting down beside Biff on the bed.
"I'm fine," Biff replied, reaching out and taking Joe's bleeding hand into his own. "You've opened your wounds."
Joe shrugged. "They'll heal tomorrow night when I become a wolf," Joe said.
"Until then, you need them taken care of," Biff said.
"Okay," agreed Joe. "I'll redress my hand if you'll call the cops."
"Here they come," Fenton said over his talkie to alert the boys inside the building of their forthcoming company. Fenton exited his car and followed the route the thieves had taken, alert for any stationery guards they had left in their wake.
As agreed on, the boys kept watch and did not interfere. Almost two hours later the thieves were ready to leave. "Let's move, boys," Fenton spoke into his talkie. "They're heading out the west entrance."
"Going somewhere?" asked Frank, smiling as he stepped in front of the exit.
"Where did you come from?" demanded Ralph, snarling at Frank.
"Same place we did," Chet spoke up, coming up behind the men. Within seconds, Phil, Tony and Fenton had also put in an appearance with Fenton holding his gun on the men.
"Put them on the ground, nice and easy," ordered Fenton. The men did as instructed and Frank pulled out his cell phone.
"Shouldn't take the police long to get here," Frank said.
"You don't want to do that," said one of the men, staring Fenton in the eyes. "Not if you want to see your baby boy again."
"Shows what you know," snorted Chet. "Joe escaped."
"True," acknowledged the man. "But two of our associates were in place before you left home tonight."
"Yeah, right," sneered Tony, his dark eyes looking at the men contemptuously. "If you had any idea we would be here tonight then you wouldn't have shown up."
"On the contrary," Ralph countered. "With Hardy's son as a hostage we had nothing to lose but much to gain."
"Call home," Fenton ordered Frank.
Frank hit the speed dial and waited with bated breath as it rang once, twice and then a third time.
"Hello," Joe's voice came through before the fourth ring could finish.
"Joe, are you and Biff all right?" demanded Frank.
"We are," Joe acknowledged. "There were two goons waiting in the house for you guys to leave but currently they are behind bars and some of Bayport's finest are waiting outside the warehouse where you are. The chief said he would wait for your call before moving in unless the thieves tried to escape."
"That's great!" enthused Frank, grinning at the disgruntled looks on their prisoners' faces as they realized something had gone wrong. "We'll be home in a little while."