A/N: Alright, first i want to say sorry for taking so long. I kind need to work out a few things before i could post. Second, my editor is on vacation, he needed it after reading some of my latest work. Meh. so i know that there's going to be big mistakes, and i'm sorry. But hey, think about it this way, i could have made you wait for another two weeks.

Hot.

Heavy.

Thin.

That was what Frank thought of the air inside his hell. With each breath he could feel it, each in take told him, death was closer. His time was running out.

Mike pulled up in front of the bank and waited. Jake had told to him to hang low for a moment, which was just as well because he could see the patrol cars outside the bank. It didn't take experience to tell you that could mess up your whole plain.

"How we doing Jake?" he asked after a few moments.

"Alright, give it five and then say goodbye. One explosion coming your way," Jake said, his voice coming from an earpiece provide by the Kolplays. As much as Mike hated them, he had to admit, they had some pretty cool toys.

"Very nice, you're such a poet. Now, would you mine telling me what you mean."

"Um…yeah...sorry…ok, here's the deal. I just made it look like there was an explosion at an old mill, one of those tourist things, and soon every officer and emergency worker is going to be heading nine miles out of town."

Mike flinched as the patrol car by the bank turned on its siren and sped off. "Brilliant," he said, then sighed. "Alright, hold your ears folks, it's show time."

Fenton was restless. He wanted to go with Joe and the boys to find Frank, but he knew he was needed hear, especially now that Ezra and the rest of the Bayport Police Department was rushing off to some diversion or something else.

It now fell on him to stake out the two possible locations for the Kolplays to hit. Though, he still wasn't a hundred percent sure that this was what the Kolplays had in mind, or what they were going to do. He highly doubted that they would rob a bank. Murders they where, crooks they were not. But it was something.

He decided that he couldn't trust Jesse; he had no real reason just a gut feeling, so he called his long time friend Sam Radley (Remember him?). After filling Sam in on the days events, he agreed to help. They both agreed that Sam should cover the Zoo, the more likely of the two spots to be attacked, since it was a good bet that no one in the Kolplay's family would recognize him.

'I pray to God this works.'

No really I do, cause I think I'm messing up on the whole time line, and then there's that pesky bit about bringing the thing together…man this better work.

Joe and the others pulled up at the turn off to the Kolplay's campground. Joe and Biff were in his SUV, while Chet and Phil were in his beat up car, 'Queen.' The idea was to split up into teams of two and spread out.

"Alright guys," Joe said pulling out a map as they all gathered around. There are five possible turn offs that we can check form here that fit Frank's clue. Biff, I want you and Phil to take these two, spend no more then forty minuets on each. Chet and I will take the last three. Look for any unpaved turn offs. It's a long shot, but it's all we have."

"How long do you think we have," Phil asked. The others gave him a curios look. "I mean I know that your dad told us by the time we got back up here we'd have six, but…."

"But does that count all the planning time and stuff?" Joe said nodding.

"I'm guessing that we have three hours to work in safely. Four hours is pushing it, and five hours…" Joe trailed off, he didn't need to say what they were all thinking.

"Alright, then lets stop wasting time. Everyone got their cell and talkies?" Biff asked, breaking the tension that was building.

"Yeah, lets go."