01/06/2006 07:55:00

Thanks to everyone who reviewed my last chapter. Unfortunately for Frank and Joe, I have a migraine and a twisted plot. That means fun time! Time to play a game of Chase D'e Mouse, as my mom used to say.

Anyway. Yeah. Review.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Frank got in the plane. His heart sank when he didn't see Joe. "Joe?" he called.

"Shut up!" hissed the man standing next to him. He shoved Frank to the ground and then shoved the door closed. "Let's go," he called to the plane driver.

"Going," he said with a smooth, easy-going smile. He cast back a glance at the assistant before turning and flying the plane.

"Where's Joe?" Frank demanded.

"Shut up." The man didn't say anything for a moment. "You are to address all your supervisors as sir!"

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir," Frank said. His stomach growled and the man laughed. "For that no supper tonight."

Frank opened his mouth to protest but quickly stopped himself. "Will Joe get supper…sir?" he asked.

"Yes, unless he or you makes any more mistakes."

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Joe whimpered as the man slammed his boot into his side. "Stop," he gasped. "Stop. Please!"

"Shut up!" the man hissed. "You shouldn't have tried to escape so soon after surgery."

Joe bit his lip as the man kicked him again. He was soon left alone. He looked up at the ceiling, trying not to cry but at the same time wondering where Frank was. Where are you Frank? He wondered to himself. His eyes scanned the plane, but he didn't see his brother.

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Frank bit his lip, glancing at the man. If what he had told him was indeed true, then he needed to get out of here. How bad is Joe injured? He wondered to himself. He knew he couldn't get out of the plane.

He watched the men pace back and forth all wearing Muslim-style robes. Get me out of here, he thought.

"Come," the man said. He grabbed Frank's arm and yanked him to a standing position, placing handcuffs on Frank's wrist.

"Huh?" Frank asked. He tried to yank himself out of the handcuffs but to no avail.

"COME!" he said, practically dragging Frank out of the plane.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Joe was dragged out of the plane roughly and into the car. "Come on," the man said. "Let's go." Joe yanked himself out of the man's grasp and took off running. Let's go, he thought to himself. He glanced around, confused. He was in China…..?

His mere second of confusion was enough to give the kidnapper the advantage he needed, tackling Joe. "Ow!" he hollered. Several Chinese people pointed and stared at the two.

The man spoke in a rapidly but surprisingly calm Chinese voice. "Come," he ordered Joe.

"What's going on?" Joe whispered, then quickly added, "Sir."

The man didn't say anything, but shoved him into the car. Great, Joe thought. Just great.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Frank bit his lip as the sun set. It was a beautiful sun set, if he'd wanted to take time to enjoy it. He paced around his room, praying a silent prayer that somebody somewhere would find him.

Joe, he thought, thinking of his blond-headed, blue-eyed brother, where are you?

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The man hurried the car through several swift lots. Joe tried to open the door, but it didn't work. The man had locked it. Besides, there was someone sitting next to him, watching him. He bit his lip. His side hurt like hell, and he just wanted to sleep. "Come," the man said, dragging Joe throughout the hallway.

Joe allowed himself to be dragged, thinking, do we not know any English here?

He was then roughly tossed into a damp room. "Hello, Joseph," Jeffery said, coming out of the shadows. "So nice to see you again."

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Fenton sighed as he and Chief Collig prowled over the building. "They're not here, but we have evidence that will put this guy behind bars for years."

"I just want my sons back," Fenton said. "I just…"

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Review as always. -TSR