Alan heard a pounding on the door not twenty minutes after Don left. It crossed his mind that Don had come back for something but realized that Don hardly ever knocked and was probably almost back to his office by now. He looked through the peek hole and saw officers, normally this would concern him but he knew just where both his sons were and neither was involved in any big investigation.

"What can I do for you officers?"

"We have a warrant for the arrest of Charles Eppes"

"Charlie? That's my son, this must be some mistake."

"There is no mistake sir, is your son here."

"Wait a minute, what are the charges?"

"Sir we are going to have to ask you to step aside. It would be much easier if you would tell us where your son is."

"He is in the garage, but I am still waiting to hear what this is all about."

Several officers came past him and toward the garage. Two officers stayed with him including the one that was doing all the talking.

"Your son is being arrested on suspicion of espionage."

Alan stood frozen to the spot, never in his wildest dreams… well never in any of his sane dreams had he ever thought that his son would…. No this had to be a mistake.

Alan was shattered from his thoughts as Charlie was led out of the garage in handcuffs.

"Dad what's going on? What's happening?"

"I don't know Charlie but I am calling your brother, we will get this all taken care of you just stay calm."

It was such a strange sight, all Alan could think about was how silly it was to bother putting his younger son in handcuffs, this man would never, could never raise a hand to someone in anger, or possibly even in defense. He just wasn't built that way. Now Don on the other hand was built for situations like this he had strength about him that Alan himself envied and wished he had right now. Alan often thought Charlie looked much younger than his years but seeing him led away by two heavily armed agents made Charlie look like a child.

Note about the title of this story: Following is a dictionary definition of a soriteses:

A form of argument in which a series of incomplete syllogisms is so arranged that the predicate of each premise forms the subject of the next until the subject of the first is joined with the predicate of the last in the conclusion.

Simply put, soriteses are a series of premises, ideas without conclusions, only when all premises are put together mathematically and tried out will a conclusion be reached, it is like a really complicated logic problem. If… If… If… Then…