Mike had been thinking a lot about this whole deal. About what the Kolplays wanted, why they wanted chemicals and money and a kid who's only flaw was being the son of a detective. And he came to the conclusion that he wanted out. So here he was, standing at the Federal Reserve Bank of Bayport, getting ready to break in disguised as guard. His back up out back, one inside man heading his way.

"Hey Jake, I've been thinking…" Mike said into his earpiece as he waited for the guard to buss them in.

"That could be dangerous for your health brother," Jake cracked, but really was telling him that he wasn't alone in the room.

"Yeah, yeah, funny. I've seen this before, this kind isn't really a safe, you know what I mean? More like an armory. I think I need to pull a loop-to-loop. What do you think?"

"I think I agree. But just remember this type of thing is always more problems then it looks."

"But if you call on an old friend for advice, maybe even help."

"You want Dick?"

"Yeah, he needs the work, help his son you know?"

"Yeah. Want to talk to him now?"

"No time, I just need him on the line."

"You're early," Barked the bank guard as he opened the door to let the three in.

Jake sat in the computer room a little uneasy. Jimmy Kolplay was hovering over him, watching the action. Jake had hacked into the security system and taped into the security cameras. From what Jake could tell there were ten armed guards and five employs spread out in the bank. Not only that, but he wasn't exactly sure if he had killed all the alarms, the plans he had to go on of the security system was a year old.

On top of that, the conversation he had just had with Mike indicted that Mike wanted out. Not just out, but he wanted to do a full turn on the Kolplays and give them up. It was up to him to get Hardy to the bank now.

"What is your brother talking about?" Jimmy asked, glaring at Jake.

"Oh, the safe, when he looked at it's set up he noticed it wasn't one of them old Federal safes," Jake said flustered.

"What's a loop-to-loop?" Slim barked from behind them.

"A pattern he uses to lay out the explosives. He loops it around the safe or something. I don't know exactly, Dick does. He's the one who taught it to him. Right now Mike needs him to help."

"Why? I thought your brother was an export," Slim growled.

"Yeah, but loop-to-loops are new to him. Well, kind of. He's never done it solo before," Jake said, starting to get worried. If he couldn't convince them that he needed to call 'Dick', then things were going to get really ugly.

"Can this friend be trusted?" Jimmy asked.

"Awe, Jim, you anit going to let him call this guy. I anit never heard of a loop-to-loop in my life, I think it's all a bunch of bullshit." Slim started.

"If it gets this damn job done, then yes I am! We've come to far to have it ruin now! Can this guy be trusted?" Jimmy snapped.

"If he turns Mike in, he'd have to turn himself in. We'll pay for him," Jake said, breathing a silent sigh of relief, knowing he'd won.

"Call him."

Fenton was on his was to the Federal Reserve Bank, about a twenty minuet drive from his home, when his cell went off.

"Hello?" he said, on guard, he didn't recognize the number.

"Hey Dick! Long time, no call, how you doing man?"

"I'm sorry you have the wrong number…" Fenton started.

"Hey come on, don't joke around. It's me, Jake Williams. Hey listen; my bro and I got these real big fishes on the line. Big job, my bro needs your help, I'm patching him through right now."

"Oh-kay…" Fenton said, slightly confused.

"Hey Dick, you there?" This time Fenton recognized the voice right away.

"Yeah Mike, I'm here. What do you want?"

"Look man, I'm doing this bank job, see and I got this safe that isn't vary safe. I mean it's going to take a lot to crack it. What I need is your help with pulling off a loop-to-loop. I mean, can you tell me my options?" Mike said calmly, like he was talking about a day trip and not double-crossing a most violent cult.

"Yeah, you could give up, but that's never happens. Lets see, what you using?"

"C-4, what else?"

"Use it around. Make sure it spreads. Tell the others to keep away from you, could be dangerous. You want me there?"

"Nah, it's a federal bank, one of those old places. You always said it's best not to have to many people. I remember the lat time we worked together," Mike said then ended the call.

Fenton sighed and shook his head and called Sam first. "Hey Sam, it's me. I just got a tip, I need you to head to the bank…right, thank you…No, I'll call Ezra," Fenton hung up, then quickly dilled Ezra.

"Ezra, I was right. This is all a big distraction; I just got some information from a guy on the inside. The Kolplays are robbing the bank…right, I won't make a move until you get there."

Chet and Joe had been driving on their first road for a half hour, and had seen no sign off a turn off.

"What do you think Joe?" Chet asked as he checked the time. There was no hiding his anxiety and Joe couldn't blame him.

"Give it five more minuets, then head back to the cross road," Joe said. He didn't know why he was pushing for this road, didn't know why he felt that this was the place. It was such a long shot. There was no way they could cover the area with the time they had by car. All signs pointed to Frank dying and never being found. Joe knew that the chances of finding him were nothing, especially on the first rode that they were trying.

Joe didn't care. How many times had he been told by his father and Frank when all else fails, you got no clues, no witnesses, your instinct is just as good. Joe's instinct had picked this road. His instinct was telling him to keep going. He just hope it was right.

Frank coughed, and he couldn't stop. The metallic taste of copper was still dripping in his throat. 'Where is it coming from, the blood? My nose? How long has it been bleeding?' Frank thought as his head was starting to spin.

'I wonder if you're in complete darkness can you see the roof spinning?' Frank thought, his eyes stating to get heavy.

'No, can't sleep. Not yet, have to wake up,' Frank told himself, but it was no use. His eyes were so heavy, and his head was being really funny. 'Maybe a few minuets would be alright. Just a few minuets….'