Mike was usually a cautious guy, always researching every job, every contract, before making a commitment. He always observed, studied, thought about everything. He never wanted to put himself or anyone in danger. Sure there had been times when he lost control, or panic got the better of him but that was far and few in-between. He never held any malice to Fenton Hardy, rather held a respect for him, his belief that if the man could catch him then he had messed up. That's why the Kolplays infuriated him.

Three days before he got out of prison they had called him up, asked to arrange a contract with him. They said they pay him a grand just to meet them. He needed the money, so he agreed. The night before the meeting he had Jake pull up as much as he could about them. It didn't take long, and he didn't like what he saw. Mick may be guilty of conning, bank robbery, burglary, the rare assault, and various other charges, but he always drew the line at kidnapping, murder, and blowing people up. Some how, it just didn't seem right to him.

As soon as he learned about the Kolplays he knew he wanted nothing to do with them, and planned to tell them to go shove their offer up their asses. He didn't count on them having done research on him as well.

'Now I got Jake and me into deep shit,' Mike thought. He was parked outside Bayport Medical Research Institute, waiting for the signal to begin. The job, at least part one, was simple. Get in, find Dr. Curse, get the stuff from him, and then take it back to the farm. But he was still as nervous as hell; the place was packed with security, and they wouldn't buy the idea that he had no idea what he was trying to smuggle out of the lab. Even if it was true.

His cell rang once, stopped, was still for thirty seconds, and then went off again. "Well, here goes nothing," Mike said as he got out of his car.

"What did you say?" Joe demeaned from Chet, looking up at him with his mouth hanging open.

Chet looked a little uneasy, but repeated, "Pine Wood is one of the places we looked at for Iola's coffin."

"Chet, are you sure? Think real carefully; are you sure it's the name of the place?" Joe asked, getting up.

"Yes, I'm positive Joe," Chet said, a little annoyed at having to repeat himself.

"Wait here, I'll be right back." With that, Joe quickly disappeared into his house. His three friends were a little confused at Joe's sudden change from moping to almost hopefully ecstatic.

As promised Joe returned a moment later with his father, the Chief and also one of the detectives, detective Reynolds. Detective Reynolds was a surprisingly young man, no more then twenty-nine. He had sandy blond hair and green eyes, was defiantly a fitness nut, or at least looked like one, and tan skin. He, like Fenton and Collign, looked tired and overworked.

"Which one is Chet?" Reynolds asked.

"I am, sir," Chet answered sheepishly.

"Joe says you may have some information that could help?" This time it was Collign speaking.

"Yeah, uh, yes. Joe told us about Frank, and um, the message…I recognized the name Pine Wood. When my sister died, we um…one of the places we looked at for a coffin was Pine Wood Furniture. I just…I mean…I thought it was strange that what Frank said and the company's name were the same."

There was a silence as everyone thought over Chet's statement. "I think it's a long shot, a stretch at the least," Reynolds said.

"But it's possible, I mean…" Joe began, but caught sight of his father's look.

"Anything's possible Joe, but there are many, many companies that use pine wood. We don't know what Pine Wood means; it could be a product, it could be a place like a park or a store, hell it could be a computer game for all we know. While I'll admit it's strange, it's one hell of a coincidence I just don't know…" Fenton looked at his son's face. That face told him everything; Joe was listening to him, but he wasn't hearing him. He'd latched on to something and wasn't about to give it up or let it drop. He sighed deeply and rubbed his hand through his hair. "But if you want to go and check up on it, I won't stop you."

"You're serious?" Both Joe and Collign said in unison.

"Fenton, you can't be serious! You have one son abducted and you're going to let the other go play detective!" Collign's face was beginning to turn red from the stress of trying not to yell.

"He's going to anyway, Ezra. I don't see how I can stop him, short of locking him in his room, and I think there are laws against that," Fenton then turned all his attention to Joe, "However, all you are going to do is check this out. You are not to go off on your own, you are to report everything you find straight to me, and at the first sign of danger you will be placed under house arrest. Got it?"

"Yes! Got it. Sure!" Joe said, more alive then he had been for the last few hours.

"Don't worry Mr. Hardy," Biff said, "We'll keep an eye on him."

Jake would have been in computer geek heaven, if it hadn't been for the fact he wanted to be anywhere but here.

Here, in this case, was a control center, one right out of a spy movie. He had about five different computers: one scanning police channels and databases one scanning Government channels and databases, one that had his brother's location, one he could use for hacking, and the last one was for what ever else he needed. And, it was all broadband. (Cable is a way that broadband is connected to a house. Broadband is a general term for high speed data connections)

Normally he would be playing, seeing what he could hack into, but right now he had Jimmy Kolplay, Short, and Slim breathing down his neck. Not a good idea to goof off in front of the boss, so he set to work putting that fifth computer to use.

"What are you doing?" Jimmy asked as he watched Jake work.

"I'm setting up traces. Using a satellite I can trace any calls made to certain numbers. It's the same stuff the FBI and CIA use. In fact that's how they found Saddam."

"They fund Saddam in a whole by a tip from some informant," Slim chimed in.

"That's what they want you to think," Jake said as he finished.

"How does it work?" Jimmy asked.

"I'll show you, I type in a number," Jake stopped speaking as he typed in a number and then reached for his cell phone, "Then I place a call to that number, or from that number. This time it happens to be a call to the number." Jake finished dialing the cell number, and as the phone rang, he continued, "Watch the screen. Hello, Mike?" A red dot lit up the screen, which displayed a satellite image of down town Bayport. "What's up? No everything's fine here, just checking something…. yeah…uh hum…. ok…right…ok…yeah, bye," Jake hung up, and the red dot disappeared. Jake gave Kolplay a smile, "Mike says he has the stuff and he's heading to the next location."

Ring. Ring. "Go ahead."

"The Hardys got wise. The youngest is headed to the spot now. Get things ready."

Click.

I don't know that much about computers, give me alight/sound borad and i'm golden, but computers...if i made any mistakes, sorry.