David sent his fist into the large punching bag and nearly knocked it off

it's chain. Hate boiled inside him and burst out in every swing, but he

refused to go after Paul, he would not sink to his level. The door creaked

open and Dakota walked in. David did not turn, he did not want Dakota

to see him like this. "You OK Dave?" He asked. "I thought you went

home." David sent all his energy into one last punch this time succeeding

in knocking the bag to the floor. He sighed. "I did go home...but I had to

come back." He paused, but when Dakota did not say anything he

continued. He told Dakota about finding Paul and Bip. As Dakota

listened his mouth dropped. The realization that Bip had risked his life

for them hit him in the stomach. "I got our team to clean up his apartment

and then we brought him back here..." David's voice trailed off. Dakota

scratched the back of his head letting it all sink in. He rubbed his fist in

the palm of his hand, then, with all his might he hit one of the other

punching bags. Why did it have to come to this? Why did Paul want to

cause so much pain? Why did he feel so hopeless? Dakota sat down

on the bench and rested an arm on his knee. David sat down beside

him, his anger a little more under control. "So what are we going to do?"

Dakota asked. "We can not let him get away with this but, I guess we

have to be careful." David thought for a moment. Dakota was right; they

had to act. No more sitting around. They just had to figure out how they

were going to do it.