Agony was one way to describe they way Frank was feeling.

Hell was another.

Once he had be locked in the coffin, lying painfully on his broken hand, he had been pushed writher the lowered into the grave. Needless to say, it was a painful way of being 'laid to rest.'

'Laid to rest? Listen to yourself Hardy! What? Lost faith in you dad? Lost faith in Joe? Come on, you know better then that! The odds were against you this morning, no way could they find you I time. But they did. Joe did. He saved you. Have a little faith….' Frank scolded himself.

But then, it was hard to have faith when the air that you were breathing was thin and the box that you're in is crushing you.

Jake was nervous. He didn't like what was going on around him. He was locked up in the back room of the general store, surrounded by surveillance equipment and police scanners. There was no one guarding him for once, but it was little comfort, for he had just watched Kolplay beat the kid.

Now He could hear a muffled argument with Kolplay and another guy in the main store. And he didn't think that it was where they were going to get dinner.

"You got to get out of here Jake; you've got to get that kid out of here. How the hell am I suppose to do that?"

The answer came over the crackling from bad speakers on a beat up scanner. Though he couldn't catch every word, the message was still clear, there were cops coming. All he had to do was wait…now how to live long enough to do that?

There were about a hundred different officers there. They ranged from local cops to FBI and from Hazard control to EMS. And not to mention three law enforcement officers from Bayport.

"Alright, here's the plan," said Agent Freedmen, the agent in charge of the Kolplay's case. Freedmen was a middle aged man, fit and trim, no mess kind of man. He'd been working the Kolplay case for years, it had made his career. Now he was hear because some city cops and a PI had picked up on the one mistake Kolplay made. He was a little pissed at first, but then, as he thought about it, it didn't matter who or how the monster got taken down, as long as he did.

"Normally I don't like doing this in the dark, but a kid's life is at stake, not to mention another witness. Now just remember as we're going over this, it's dark out there. Visibility is low. Caution is all that matters, I don't care if we get all the bad guys as long as we get the kid and the witness, and as long as we all come back alive. The area has only one main road, a dirt road that we're already blocking. It's unused, and a dead end. Around the station is a bunch of trees. The plan is, is to basically surround and take down," he continued. "I want Haz-Mat in there first as soon as the areas clear. I know that we have hostages, but we've got unknown chemicals as well. I hate to say it, but a hundred men and women out way two right now," he said, looking around at everyone. They all, some grudgingly, understood, and he continued.

"Right now I have a team of forty heading from the woods, forty heading from the front, leaving ten to guard the escape rout and emergency workers. Any questions?"

There were a few, but Freedmen answered them quickly and precisely, impressing Fenton with his patients and communications skills. Then the group divided, each heading for their assigned positions.

"Mr. Hardy, Caption Collig and Mr. Radley, I assume I can't ask you to sit out?" One look answered Freedmen's question. "Alright, you take the front with me, in the command center. I know it's not right in the thick of things, but I can't in good faith let you guys in there."

"Thank you Agent Freedmen, normally the FBI wouldn't let us help at all. I admit I'd like to be there, but it's better then nothing. I just want my son back," Fenton said, sincerely.

Jake wasn't a big guy. In fact he was border line scrawny, but he was fast. And you didn't have to be big to knock a guy down, just quick. Which was good, because he was about to met a big guy with a gun coming to kill him.

"Alright Jake," he told himself, "just run straight for him if he moves, keep going, if you have to ram him do it and get up fast. Just keep moving…."

Jake's pep talk was interrupted by the sounds of foot steps outside the room. It was then that he started to lose his edge and started to search the room franticly for any other way out. Which he found.

A window, just low enough and big enough for him to get out of. Quickly he rushed over and tired to open it. Thankfully it opened on the first try, and just as he was climbing through the door to the store room opened. The sound of shattering glass and gun fire served only to bust his speed as he raced across the yard to freedom.

Only he didn't make it very far before he was told to "Hold it!" At first Jake had every intention to ignore the order, but then he saw the blue uniform, but mostly it was the barrel of a really big gun that did it.

"My name's Jake Williams, Jimmy Kolplay was holding me hostage," Jake said as the one officer patted him down and the others moved on. "I need to talk to Fenton Hardy right away, it's important."

"You're in luck. Come with me Mr. Williams," the agent said, then spoke into a headset.

"Base, this is team one, we have a guy claming to be Jake Williams. I'm brining him back," the officer said.

"Roger team one," came the gargled reply, and soon Jake found himself at 'base.'

"Mr. Williams, I'm Agent Freedmen. Sorry about the rough greeting but well, we're about to raid the complex."

"Hello Jake, long time no see. Your brother sends his regards, he's well," Fenton said stepping up behind Freedmen.

"Mike's alright? He's ok? I mean, they said that he was hurt and that the police had him, but he's alright?" Jake asked eagerly.

"Yes, I'm sure. Are you alright?" Fenton asked the young man.

"Yeah, just freaked. They were going to kill me, if it wasn't for that window… Mr. Hardy, your son, Kolplay beat him pretty bad…he buried him again. This time in a six foot pit, in the corner of the garage…Kolplay just flipped on him…he just flipped…" Jake said, trying to shake the memory.

Fenton on the other hand had heard a word that he said after buried. 'Oh God, not again…please not again…he shouldn't have to go through that again….'

Sam watched his friend as he battled with his emotions. Knowing that Fenton was no longer a detective but now a father, he took over. "How long ago did they burry him?"

"I don't know we got here about eight…."

"And it's now eleven…three hours at six foot deep?" Freedmen said shaking his head, then spoke into the headset, ""Team one, team two, what are your positions?"

"Team two in place."

"Team one in place."

"The kid is in danger, the witness is safe, you have the all clear."

"Roger, team two going."

"Roger, team one on the move."

"Now all we can do is wait…."

The group of five or six men were working diligently, mixing the chemicals carefully, paying attention to every detail. Somewhere in the back ground they heard gunshots and yelling but they paid no attention to it. It wasn't uncommon that someone would be practicing.

A few minuets passed with out any more interruptions, and then bang! The kayos began.

First there was the sound of glass breaking then smoke, nothing but smoke. Until the doors were busted through and then the room was filled with people yelling orders and the sounds of warning rounds.

Before they knew it the six men were handcuffed and seated next to Kolplay and his Lt. Five agents held guns at there heads, watching them, making sure they didn't move. Men in yellow suits were walking in and out of the garage, and there was a group, a FBI man and three others talking. One was upset, pacing and obviously distraught.

A man in yellow came out, mask off and he motioned in the rescue workers standing by. At the same time the officers guarding the men motioned for them to stand and they lead them away. It was over for Jimmy Kolplay and his chapter in the Kolplay legacy.

Fenton was anxious; he couldn't help but pace and rub his hands through his hair. 'Three hours under six foot of dirt…that's enough pressure to crush a container…if Frank was even in one. God! What's taking so long?'

Finally after what seemed like hours, one of the Haz Matt gave the all clear. The emergency crew immediately went in and Fenton, Ezra, Sam, and Freedmen followed shortly afterwards.

Inside the garage it was like a war zone. There was glass every where, bits of door and debris was also scattered about. Extra lights had been set up to help everyone see. The Haz Mat guys were cleaning up the chemicals and money.

Fenton didn't care about any of that. His attention was focused on the ten men in front of him all working on digging out the six foot pit of freshly dug earth. It seemed like they were going in slow motion. Every shovel full of dirt taking forever to lift off.

Fenton wanted to yell at them, to shout at them that it was his son, his baby, buried. That he had already gone through this once that he should never have to live through this again, or ever have had to live through it in the first place.

Each minuet they got closer and closer to their goal. It still took almost an hour for them to reach the coffin.

"I got something! I hit something!" those words were music to Fenton's ears, and he and the other raced over to the EMTs.

They were stopped a few feet away from the grave, kept back so the EMTs had room to work. Two guys had an oxygen tank ready at the side of the would be grave, while one other was down in the hole, trying desperately to force the lid open.

Fenton held his breath as he heard the reassuring sound of the metal giving and the EMT yelling for the oxygen. In seconds they had Frank lifted out of the grave and Fenton's hart stopped.

Frank's face was covered in blood and it was swollen to twice it's size. His cloths were dirty and torn, his hair messy. Two EMTs had freed his arms from the cuffs, and it was painfully clear that one hand was broken. But he was breathing….

Fenton watched Frank, with his good hand, tug on one of the EMTs uniform and point to him. The guy understood, "Mr. Hardy! You can come see you son!" and Fenton wasted no time.

In a matter of seconds he was by Frank's side and hold his son's hand in his. "Hey there Frankie," Fenton said softly, trying to hold back tears.

Frank looked up at him through pain glazed eyes, but Fenton could tell that he was hanging tough. "We're going to take you to the hospital, and after the doctors are done looking you over, Joe and your mother, Biff, Phil, and Chet will all be there."

"Sir, we have to take him now, you can ride up front with us," one of the EMTs said as they loaded Frank on to a gurney then took him out of the garage to the waiting ambulance.

Fenton watched as they took his son away, then turned to the EMT and asked, "How bad is he?"

"He's not good. The box was pretty much caved in around him, and he was starving for oxygen by the time we got to him. His breathing's labored, he's in a lot of pain…the doctors 'ill be able to tell you more."

Fenton nodded and started to walk to the ambulance.