A new sense of dread filled Joe as he watched his brother on the screen. Frank was barely moving, the only signs of life coming from coughing fits. "Where's he buried?" Joe heard Biff ask, and saw that the big guy was awake. "Where is he!" Biff was losing his patients and Joe was afraid that he was going to hit the guy.

"Biff! Hang on man," Phil yelled, "This isn't a wireless set, we don't need him. All we have to do is trace the cord back to Frank."

Joe sighed with relief, "Chet, watch these guys, Biff, Phil grab the shovels from under the table. I'll start tracing the cord." Joe was off without waiting for a response. It took him only seconds to find the cord and he began to follow it and after about six feet the cord disappeared into the ground.

Joe dropped to his knees and began digging with his hands, trying to make sure that the cord wasn't just stuck. "Hey guys! Here! He's here!"

Soon Phil and Biff joined Joe in a rapid race to dig Frank out. Little did they know they were on borrowed time.

Jake was getting nervous. He hadn't heard anything from his brother and he had Kolplay hanging over him. "What's taking them so long? We should have heard from them by now," Kolplay barked.

"Uh huh…" Jake said, half paying attention to the ranting, as he was watching the security screens in front of him. "Uh, hey boss?"

"What!"

"Are those four kids suppose to be on the grounds?"

Fenton reached one and for a moment nothing happened. Then without warning a hail of bullets rained down on them. Both men flatten themselves against the wall, thinking very thin thoughts. When the bullets stopped, the orders began to fly.

"Hurry up with that safe! You, cheek the hallway! Let's move!"

Soon a man edged forward from the room, gun at ready. Behind him was another man, gun also at ready.

'Coming to confirm the kill?' Fenton thought as he saw the nervous men step forward. As soon as the first man cleared the door Fenton reached forward and grabbed him, using his momentum to slam him into the wall.

The other man stepped out to help his partner, but was met with Sam's fist and crumbled to the floor. Another hail of bullets rained down on the two detectives as the third armed man came rushing out of the room.

While Fenton and Sam had been fighting, Mike had gotten the safe open and the 'boss' had grabbed what he was after, about nine bags of paper money, and was now fleeing. Fenton and Sam reacted as any self-respecting unarmed detective would, and hit the dirt, letting the man pass. As soon as the guy hit the stairs Fenton was after him. He made it to the door just as Rambo was speeding away in a car that had been parked in the ally.

"Damn it!" Fenton shouted as he watched the man drive away, "Damn it!" Grudgingly Fenton headed back to where he had left Sam.

"Did you get him," Sam asked as he finished tying the two gunmen, though he could already guess the answer.

"Nope. You've been inside yet?" Fenton asked as he moved to the door

to look inside the safe room.

"Thought you could take care of that while I call in the Calvary."

"Make sure that the Calvary includes an EMS team," Fenton said. Sam looked up at Fenton confused, then followed his gaze. There in the middle of the floor laid Mike Williams, still and bleeding.

Laura always hated this part of being a detective's wife, the sitting around and waiting for news. Though she knew there was nothing she could do, she couldn't help but feel like she should be doing something. She always hated feeling useless, and right now that's exactly how she felt.

"Oh, I wished they'd hurry and tell me something….Damn it," Laura said as she knocked over her mug. She had been up in her room, trying to stay out of everyone's way, a little while ago she had made herself tea, but had barely touched it sense then. And she had now spilled half the mug all over her dresser. Quickly pulling some towel out of the bathroom she started to clean up the mess.

After most of the tea had been cleaned up, Laura started to take the mug down to the kitchen. She stopped halfway down the hall, when she heard voices drifting up from the landing.

"So what's the plain?"

"We grab her and run."

"That's it?"

"That's it. She's one woman, how hard can it be?"

"Yeah but shouldn't we wait to see if the kid dies first?"

"What! And wait for this place to be crawling with copes?"

"I don't know about this bro…."

"Look, we'll grab her, wait for news about the kid, then kill her if he lives, and let her go if he dies. Just don't let her see your face…."

Laura's hart began to race as she quickly back stepped.

'Just a woman, she thought, 'I'll show you who's just a woman….'

The three friends dug as if they had found gold, each boy was concentrating on their own spot. Biff was at one end, Phil the other and Joe in the middle. They had gone down about four feet when all at once their shovels hit something hard.

Kolplay cursed as he looked on the screen. "Damn it, how the hell they find us?" He started pacing back and forth, trying to think of something to do. After a moment he stopped his pacing and turned to Jake. "I want you to call the team, tell them to go to the fall out location. I'll take care of the boys…"

"And the cops?"

"What the hell?" Kolplay cursed in about four different ways as he shoved Jake aside. One of the cameras that they had set up down the rode showed that four police cursors were already on their way to the farm. "Damn it all this is all going to hell! Alright, sound the alarm, the stuff's already packed, thank god. On our way we'll take care of the kids."

Frank could hear something scraping the ground above him…it could have been shovels, or bugs…it didn't matter anymore.

His lungs burned, his chest ached, his mouth was full of blood…he had run out of air…he was done for. He felt his body convulse once…twice…the pressure in his hest felt like it was going to explode, his head started to throb in time to his rabid hart beet, blinding him. Then there was nothing. Frank let out his last lung full of air and laid still.

eeks! what ever shall happen to frank? hurry joe!hurry! who's writing this fic anyway...hehe...

i kind of busted up my hand, so for the next week or two i may not up date...hides in bomb shelter... i'm going to try though, but probably only this story since it's almost done. and once this one's done i can finish control...so enjoy and happy turkry.