Thanks for all the kind words.

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"I DEMAND A LAWYER! DO YOU HEAR ME, I KNOW MY RIGHTS! YOU ARE OUT OF YOUR JURISDICTION, EPEES! THAT DAMN WARRANT IS FALSE, JEWS ARE A BUNCH OF PITY-FACED LIARS!"

"Now you've gone to far, bitch," Don muttered under his breath. Anyone who mentioned his religion automatically went way down in his book. A thought occurred to him: How did anyone know he was Jewish?

David glanced at Don, his mouth wide open in shock. "You're Jewish?"

Don nodded. He sighed and placed his hands down on the table. "God, I'm really starting to hate Fenton…"

David nodded. "How does he know you're Jewish?"

Colby, David and Megan all leaned on the entire table, expecting an answer when Don tiredly pushed up his shirtsleeve, revealing a nine-inch Star of David, a traditional Jewish mark. (1)

After two minutes of silence, Colby was the first to speak. "Where did you get it?" he asked.

Don glanced at the table and flinched. "You guys remember how I was on fugitive recovery?"

They all nodded. He sighed. "Well, one of the cases went wrong and someone asked me what my religion was, I said I was a Jew and 'did they mind', and then the next thing I know, I woke up on a table and I had blood dripping on my arms."

"He cut it into your arms?" Colby said. He held his hand to his mouth. He thought he might puke.

"Yeah," Don said. He sighed, pushing his shirtsleeve back over it. "The doctor says it will never go away."

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"LET ME GO!" Frank hollered, kicking the man who was holding him. The man tiredly dropped him on the floor near the leader. One of the men – Gwen? – Was still holding a knife to Joe's throat, and Charlie was standing next to him, not moving.

"He's not going to cooperate, Boss."

"Oh, he will." The leader's eyes were planning with a shine of an idea that was coming to him. "Hey, Frankie. You won't do what we need, but would you do it if one of your friends here was tortured?"

"Go… to… hell..." Frank chocked out, "and Joe – is – my – brother."

"Maybe we should torture him first, then," the man snickered. "No, I have a better idea. You choose who we have to torture!"

"N… no, I won't. Leave me alone!" Frank cried and squirmed as the man's hands ran up and down his face.

"I know," the man said. He pointed to Gwen and said, "Get Joseph out of here."

The man nodded, and the man shoved Charlie against the floor. He then twisted Charlie's arm behind his back, causing him to gasp in pain. Frank winced as he heard a slight crack, signaling Charlie's arm was broken.

"Stop, I'll do it, just stop," Frank yelled. The man kicked him in the side before bending down low. "Remember, brother, you didn't want to do it…"

Frank paled. The man that was talking to him was the man that had kidnapped him the first time. What was going on?

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