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It's definitely not mine, except for Brock Harding. Everything else belongs to Fox Network and Stephen J. Cannell.

Tom and Judy kept running across the beach until they noticed a warehouse.

"In there! Go!" Tom shouted. They dashed into the building. Judy wanted to stop to catch her breath, but Tom kept up his quickened pace, leading her up a flight of stairs. Together, they ducked into a hallway.

"Hanson…who is this guy?" Judy panted.

"Brock Harding," Tom replied.

"The escaped prisoner?" Judy asked. "Then why didn't you bust him?" she wondered. Tom didn't answer, but rocked back and forth on his feet. All of a sudden, he slammed a hand on the wall.

"Man! I wish my dad was still alive!" he exclaimed softly.

"Hanson, what is going on? Why didn't you arrest Harding?" the woman demanded.

"Look, youyou don't know, Harding. Not like I do," Tom stammered.

"Hanson, what is" she was cut off as he put a hand over her mouth. She made a muffled complaint, but he shushed her.

"Tommy-Boy! Oh Tommy-Boy, where are you?" Harding sang. Tom sank to the ground, pulling Judy with him. He let out soft, shaky breaths as the footsteps came closer.

"Come on out, Tommy-Boy," Harding called. The footsteps came closer. A gun cocked and Brock Harding stepped into view.