Got back early from my Dad's so I thought I'd pound out another chapter for ya'll. Thanks a million.
I noticed that the format on the last page is a little messed up. Sorry, I'll fix that. Also, everyone needs to thank Vinsmouse for her help – she's been outstanding.
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Jeffery shook his head angrily at Joe. "You tried to escape, I hear. That is something that must be dealt with. No supper tonight. After you are better – let's say a day's recuperation – I'm putting you on pure grunt detail."
Joe bit his lip, not wanting to say anything else to anger the terrorist. "Where is Frank?" he asked after a few minutes of Jeffery ranting.
"You did not address me as sir!" he yelled, "that was a very bad mistake!" he slammed his boot into Joe's side and called for one of his men to bring him a baseball bat.
A few seconds later the man reappeared and gave Jeffery the bat. Joe curled up as Jeffery started slamming it into his side from where he'd just had the operation. Joe screamed as Jeffery slammed it into his side.
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Frank winced as he heard his brother's yells come from a nearby room. He started to run to the door – which Jeffery had left open, he noticed. He started to walk out the door, getting ready to run, but one of the men grabbed his arm and dragged him roughly back to his bedroom, handcuffing him to the table.
He was forced to listen to Joe's screams. His eyes filled with silent tears. I'm sorry Joe! He thought. Soon, Joe stopped screaming, and there was silence.
Frank bit his lip. Was it better to hear your brother's screams, and to know he's alive, or to hear nothing, and think that he was…. Dead?
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Joe stopped crying after Jeffery finished hitting him with the bat. "Disgusting weakling," he muttered, leaving the room. I hurt, Joe thought to himself; I'm not a weakling. He picked himself up and placed himself on his bed, hugging the pillow, crying.
The guard outside Joe's arm smiling. "About time the Hardy's got what they deserved," he said loudly to his partner.
"Yessir," the other one said. He looked at his partner and smiled, then frowned. "Did you shut Frank's door?"
"Damn it!" he hissed. He danced to Frank's room and quickly slammed the door shut. "There," he said, not realizing that Frank wasn't in there.
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Within a few seconds Frank had picked the lock of his handcuff. Observing his outpost he looked at the men, who were standing there chatting. He hid in a closet as one of them clanged his door shut.
Joe must be in that room! He thought to himself. He moved quickly and silently, using a judo move on one of the men. He crumpled to the ground and Frank grabbed his gun, firing at the door lock.
The noise motioned his partner was down and attacked Frank. The bullet, which Frank had shot at, the door so carefully fired into the air, bouncing off the ceiling and into the man's shoulder. Seeing that the man was still alive, Frank once again fired at the door, and the door opened.
"Frank!" Joe gasped.
"Come on Joe," Frank called. He helped his brother up and Joe tumbled back down again.
"Can't move," Joe said weakly.
"Come on Joe, you have to, we have to get out of here!" Frank pleaded.
"You go without me," Joe said.
"I'm not going without you Joe, I'll carry you if I have to but I'm not going without you," Frank said.
Joe tried again to get up. "I can't get up Frank," he said. He tried to put pressure on his leg.
"I'll carry you," Frank said, carrying Joe piggy-back style on his back. He took off, not remembering that there were guards at every second corner.
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Jeffery was quickly alerted that the boys had escaped. "FIND THEM!" he ordered. "Find them at once!"
"Yes sir!" his men said, grabbing their guns and exiting the room.
You're going to pay for this, Hardy.
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Frank dashed out of the room as an announcement came over the system. "Two boys. Joe and Frank Hardy, 16 and 15 years of age. Both have escaped, possible weapons carry. Boys are considered armed and dangerous, I repeat, armed and dangerous. Shoot first, ask questions later."
"This isn't good Joe," Frank muttered.
"Frank! There's an exit right there." Joe slid off Frank's back and started running towards the exit. "Alright! I can run!"
"Run fast Joe!" Frank said, keeping up a steady pace with his brother.
"I am running fast," Joe said as he burst out the exit… and tripped on the rocky terrain.
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"Move! Move! Move!" Jeffery yelled. "Move! Get them! Shoot first, ask questions later! Let's go!"
One of his men grabbed an Aka-47. "Aim to kill?" he asked in brief Chinese.
"Aim to injure, not kill. Both boys are valuable assets. Move!"
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Frank helped Joe up and glanced back. "Joe, someone's coming. I have an idea that might work."
"What's your idea?"
"Remember that game of football we played with Biff's cozen? Well, I'm full back and you're quarter!" he called.
"Alright!" Joe called, grabbing a rock. "X Marks the spot, Frank!" he called as he started running.
Soon, the guard caught up with Frank, who had fallen behind. "Gotcha, punk!" he yelled, aiming for Frank's kneecap and hitting it.
"OW!" Frank yelped as he fell.
"Frank!" Joe called. "Frank!"
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"Divide and conquer!" Frank yelled. "Get them, Joe! Don't worry about me! Get out of here –" his voice was cut off when the man kicked him in the side. "Go, Joe! He's aiming for your legs!" he hollered.
Joe quickly dived to the side as the man shot at where his legs had been two seconds before. "I'm coming back to get you Frank!" he yelled, climbing over the fence, wincing as it hurt. He had felt pain free for the first part of the journey, but was now in pain.
Pain killers must have worn off, he thought to himself as he struggled to keep running.
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The man handcuffed Frank's hands together. "This is agent three-three-three four, we've lost Joe Hardy, I repeat, we've lost Joe Hardy."
"And what of Frank?" asked Jeffery's voice.
"Frank's right here, injury in the left leg – shot him in the knee."
"Alright agent three-three-three-four, sending agent five-five-oh-seven to come pick him up. Leave him there and go in pursuit of Joe, I repeat, leave him there and go in pursuit of Joe."
"On it sir," the man said. He grabbed the cloth rag and stuffed it in Frank's mouth so he wouldn't be able to scream. "Someone's coming back for you," he said.
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Joe saw the man come from behind but he kept running. Keep running, he told himself, just keep running, and just keep running…
Joe yelled in excitement when he saw what looked to be a Chinese police office. Yes! He cheered to himself.
All his thoughts of hope died when he saw the man behind him take careful aim at his leg….
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