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Frank climbed up on the table and glanced around. No one in sight. He glanced at the heating vent, inspecting it cautiously.

Bolted, he though to himself. He slammed his fist into the wall and in doing so, he fell off the desk and crashed to the ground. He winced as he picked himself and the papers up.

"Are you finished?" The man asked curtly. "Or do you find it fun to jump on tables?"

Frank looked up. He hadn't seen the man come into the room. "I'm done… sir." He was still learning that curve. He had to learn fast though – he didn't want beaten again.

"Good." The man left the room and Frank sighed. He walked over and tested the window. Yikes! He thought as it zapped his finger. It was firmly bolted to the wall. He glanced outside.

It looked dark, so he guessed it was ok to sleep at the present time. He shook his head, trying to clear some cobwebs before lying down in the bed and falling asleep.

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11 Days Missing

Joe coughed. He was trying to concentrate on geometry test. He was going to flunk every class this quarter if he wasn't careful.

"Nine thousand feet from Iceland," he thought to himself, looking out the window. He wanted so badly to be with Frank right now.

Frank would know the answer, Frank would make him study. Everyone else – the police and FBI – had given up on finding him. He hadn't; he knew they'd find Frank and then Frank for ---

The geometry teacher interrupted him. "Joseph, the math isn't out the window."

Joe curled his lips and was about to give a snide remark when he looked into the kind eyes of the professor. "Sorry, just distracted." He glanced back down at the paper but his heart wasn't into it. How could everyone just go on as normal? As if nothing had happened? As if… he sighed and vented some of his frustration into the desk before continuing to write his answers down.

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Fenton sighed as he looked around. He was tired and Frank had been missing for 11 days.

"Fenton, you need to sleep," Laura said. "You've only slept twenty hours in the past ten days."

"My son is missing and I have a case from the UN, I need to find him Laura," Fenton said stubbornly.

"My son is missing too," Laura hissed."I'm devastated, Fenton, but if we don't rest, we're going to be in no shape to welcome him home."

"I know, Laura." Fenton sighed. "I wish I could've done something different, you know? Protected them!"

"How?" Laura challenged. "How were you going to do that? They were kidnapped on the way home from school. They were with each other and in a car wreck. Fenton, if they had badly wanted the boys they would have gotten them ANYWHERE, and you and I both know that. It's just that one of us doesn't want to admit it."

Fenton sighed and stormed upstairs. He knew she was right and that he didn't want to admit it. He'd bought several of the lead people down and they were mad at him for that. He shook his head groggily to clear the cobwebs. Laura was right. He should get some rest.

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Frank slept peacefully on the bed for about five hours before he was awakened by a noise outside. It sounded almost like… what? He wasn't sure.

He listened carefully outside the door.

"It's been 11 days," said the first voice.

"How would you know? The boss only bought him 8 days ago."

"It's been on the news, stupid," the first one said.

"I see…" the second one and let out a long sigh. "We'll…….." he muttered out loud. "I'm bored. I don't see why we have to guard the kid anyway."

"Boss is a freak."

"He's sleeping."

"Who? Boss?"

"No. The kid."

"Oh." He sighed and shook his head trying to clear some cobwebs. "I'm sick of the night shift."

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Frank swallowed. Two guards and a bolted door! What a combination. He looked up towards the heating vent again.

He saw a glint from behind it. I wonder what that could be? He thought to himself. HE glanced there and climbed up on the desk again. It was a loose nail. He grabbed the nail and looked around. Still no one.

Suddenly, he toppled onto the floor hearing the voice of Jeffery. "And that kids a…" it trailed off as the man opened the door.

He looked guiltily into the eyes of Jeffery White.

Yes I know it's short, but I'm leaving for the weekend and I want to update before I leave! Anyway, here it is. Enjoy