Frank stayed behind the car and waited to see if another shot would be fired. After he felt sure another shot wasn't forthcoming, he hurried over to the other side of the car.

"Anthony!" Frank shouted in alarm, kneeling down to check for a pulse. He reached inside the coupe and used the car phone to call an ambulance.

At the hospital, Frank waited until he had heard from the doctor before returning to work. Anthony had been shot in the lower left leg. He had hit his head when he fell but the doctor had assured Frank he would be all right.

Entering the office he shared with Anthony, Frank paused and looked at the man bending over near Anthony's terminal. "Can I help you?" he asked pointedly.

"I was just checking the outlet," the red-headed maintenance man said in a low voice as he straightened up and turned to face Frank.

"There's nothing wrong with it," Frank declared. "What are you doing in here? This is a classified area," he continued.

"Just my job," Joe said in his normal voice and grinned at the shocked expression on his brother's face. "Mr. Shaw did a great job," he added.

"And how!" Frank agreed before telling Joe about the attack on Anthony and the possibility of a computer virus.

"Think you can find it?" Joe asked.

"I'm going to try," Frank responded with a shrug. "But Anthony will be back the day after tomorrow and if I can't, maybe he can."

"There's one thing I don't get," Joe said with a puzzled frown. "If it's a virus, then what was Freckles doing with the computer at the bank?"

"It may not be a virus," Frank said. "Or he may have been moving funds instead of messing with the satellite."

"Well, I'm off," Joe said, bending over and scooping up a tool kit. "I've got a leaky faucet in the lounge," he added with a grimace.

"Bye," Frank said, already engrossed with the computer.

Joe walked down to the lounge and stopped in the doorway to look at the occupants. Terri Missen, a blond-headed, hazel eyes woman who was Thompson's secretary, stood by a vending machine talking to Cory Haig, one of the technicians. The only other occupant was a young lady with long brown hair. She needed only an inch to be as tall as Joe and she was frowning as she pushed the cold water tap as far back as it would go.

"It leaks," Joe said, coming over to her.

"I never would have guessed," she sarcastically replied, turning around to look at him through narrowed blue eyes.

"Don't bite my head off," Joe retorted. "I'm just here to fix it."

"Sorry," she said giving him a small sigh and a faint smile. "I have a major headache," she added. Joe looked at her hand and noticed she had two aspirins ready to take.

"Rough day?" he asked, sympathetically.

She nodded then took the aspirin followed by a glass of water. "I'm Shandra Simmons," she introduced herself. "I work in accounts."

"Joe Daniels," Joe said, shaking the hand she had put out. "Mr. Fix-It," he added with a grin.

"Well, Mr. Fix-It, I'd better get back to the books," she said.

"I guess I'll see you later," Joe said, grinning at her.

"Dinner?"

"Excuse me?" Joe asked, doing a double take. "I didn't catch that."

"I said, how about at dinner? I make a mean casserole," she tempted him.

"I'd like to," Joe accepted the invitation.

"Great. I'm through at five. If you like, we can go straight to my place after work. The casserole is ready, it just needs to be heated," she added.

"See you at five," Joe agreed, smiling at her. Shandra left the lounge and Joe went to work on the faucet.

"I just can't figure it," he heard Cory say to Terri. "The shipment came in last Tuesday but I can't find it anywhere."

"Who checked it in?" she asked.

"I'm not sure," he answered. "The signature on the invoice is illegible."

"That's the fourth shipment this month we've lost," Terri said worriedly. "We'll never get another weekend off if we can't find out what's going on around here."

"That's for sure," Cory agreed. "This working on weekends is getting really old." He took another sip of his soda then tossed the empty can into the trash. He and Terri left the lounge together, leaving Joe alone. Joie finished repairing the leaky faucet and headed to the next place on his list.

Entering the video control area, Joe was directed to go down the corridor to the last door. Going inside, he gasped. Seated behind one of the desks was one of the bank robbers! Steve glanced up as Joe walked by his desk but showed no sign of recognition.

"I'm so glad you're here," said the room's only other occupant, a short, plump, balding man with brown eyes. "There was a loud pop and my computer went blank. I checked the cord and the outlet was sizzling." The man led Joe over to a desk near the back wall.

Joe bent over to examine the outlet. He took off the cover and looked at the fried wires. "You overloaded the circuit," Joe stated, standing up. "What else do you have hooked up here?" he asked, seeing the six-plug outlet filled with wires.

"The computer was hooked directly into the outlet," the man told Joe.

"Were they hooked in as well?" Joe asked, indicating the outlet strip.

"Well, yes," the man answered hesitantly. "But it has a surge protector," he said defensively.

"You still overloaded the outlet," Joe told him. "Now, what are those cords for?" he demanded.

"The modem, the monitor, a radio, a second modem, the coffee maker, and a television," the man pointed out the cords as he went along.

"A television?" Joe asked in amusement.

"I was watching the play-offs," the man confessed. "With all the circuitry around here, the radio was full of interference."

"Wouldn't the radio cause interference in a set-up such as this?" Joe wondered out loud.

"It's a small one," the man disacclaimed. "AM only and besides, our circuitry runs on an altogether different frequency than AM/FM."

"You will have to leave the TV off," Joe told him. "And maybe the coffee maker and the radio." The man groaned but nodded his agreement.

"I'll run down to the storage room and get some supplies to fix this but it will take about two hours," Joe said, exaggerating the time. "I'm going to have to shut off the electricity for this section until I'm through."

"Harrison, you geek!" Steve shouted angrily. "I've got work to do!" he yelled at Joe. "You'll just have to fix it tonight!"

"Can't," Joe replied cheerfully. "I have to leave by five," he informed Steve. "Security reasons," he added, repeating what he had been told when he was hired.

"When are you turning it off?" Steve demanded of Joe, staring at Harrison as though he would like to kill him.

"In about twenty minutes," Joe answered. Now he realized why Steve had been part of the robbery even though he looked less like a crook than the others. He had an extremely short fuse and practically anything could set him off.

"Go get your supplies and turn off the current," Harrison said, either used to Steve's outbursts or oblivious to the antagonism against him. "Steve and I will wrap up and get out of your way," he promised.

Joe nodded his consent and left. He made a detour by the office Frank was in and brought him up to date.

"How long is it really going to take to fix the outlet?" Frank asked.

"About forty minutes," Joe answered with an indifferent shrug of his broad shoulders. "That should leave me plenty of time to check out his desk and the rest of the office."

"I'll see if I can't tap into what he's been working on," Frank said. "His computer will be down but this place is still on a mainframe. Be careful," he added as Joe started toward the door.

"No worries," Joe replied with a grin and left. Frank watched him leave then sat back down. He had reached the data board for Steve's office when he heard a commotion from down the hallway.

"What's going on?" he asked, stepping out into the hallway.

"Someone was shutting the power off for the video control division and got electrocuted," the petite brunette from across the hall informed him, not noticing the Frank's face turning white.