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The brothers stood on either side of the ladder, no other place to hide. Frank prayed that it would be enough to jump them. The trap door swung open completely, and more light illuminated the cabin. Frank and Joe tensed, ready for one of the guards came down, but a few seconds passed and no one came down.

A minute later, Antonio called down from top deck. "I know you are by the ladders. Both my men and me are armed. Move slowly and stand up against the back wall, or you will be shot."

Joe looked over to Frank, neither of them moving. Then the shot rang out, a bullet slamming throw the wooden floorboards of the bottom of the boat. The wood cracked and splintered, leaving a hole in the floorboard. The brother jumped back from surprise, and Antonio's voice called out again.

"That was a warning shot. Next one will be in your brother's brain, Frank." He aimed the threat directly at Frank. Slowly, hands in the air, the boys back up until their backs were backed up against the wall.

After one of the guards peeked his head through the hole to make sure they were really up on the wall, he came down, then the second guard, and finally, Antonio. He walked closer to the boys, his guards standing behind him, guns out and drawn, ready for action.

"There, didn't that work out great?" He chuckled. "Well, for me."

The brothers glared at Antonio, and he chuckled. "Wondering how we knew you were going to waiting by the ladder? It was pretty easy. There are hidden cameras and with visual and audio in the corners of this room. They are extremely small, so it would be pretty hard to spot them."

Frank mentally kicked himself for not checking anything like that. He kept his hand in the air, while Joe had one in the air, his previously dislocated one hanging at his side, still hurting, along with the rest of him.

Antonio walked back and forth in front of the boys, a move he had done multiple times. "We heard everything you've said to each other so far. It proves to be very helpful indeed. We knew you were going to be down by the ladder, how, Frank, you thought we were going to unarmed, and how Joe, you are claustrophobic." Antonio smirked, and Joe scowled.

Antonio stopped pacing and tapped his index finger against this lips. "I think we might take some extra precautions. First, time to send some proof that you are alive to Mommy and Daddy." The guard on his left handed him a video camera, and Antonio grinned.

He flipped open the camera and hit the record button, aiming the lense on the boys against the wall.

"Hello Fenton. It's been a while now, hasn't it?" He chuckled from off screen and motion his guards. They stepped forward into the camera, one for each boy. A roll of duct tape in their hands, the first guard started duct taping Frank's hands behind his back, and his legs together at the ankles.

The second guard did the same to Joe, roughly shoving his injured arm behind his back, his teeth gritting together. "This is for revenge, for my father. It's your fault he was hunted down and chased for the last parts of his life, then dying before I could even say goodbye." Antonio got choked up and his voice broke at that last sentence, before controlling himself again.

"So this is going to be the last video of your sons, alive of course. And guess who's not going to get to say goodbye?" Antonio grinned from behind the camera.

Before he turned off the recorder, Joe shouted "Dad! Aequoreus!"

"Stupid ignorant-" Antonio yelled and the guard standing next to Joe slapped him across the face, reopening a cut lip that had finally started to scab over. Antonio turned off the camera and walked right up to Joe, sticking his face inches from Joe's.

"What did you say?" Antonio growled. Joe just gave a small smile.

"That you're a little butt." He joked, and Antonio scowled deeper, if that was even possible. He ripped off a piece of duct tape from the guards roll and slapped it across his mouth, not very gently.

"Hey, leave him alone!" Frank shouted, and Antonio just sneered at him.

"Or you'll do what?" Antonio turned his guards. "Throw him in the closet." Joe's guard and the second one lifted Joe up from underneath his shoulders, holding about an inch above the ground so his feet could barely touch.

Joe had already started to panic. He squirmed and resisted, trying to do anything to get out of the guards grip. He stared at Frank, panic filling his eyes, trying to say something, but only coming out as grunts from the duct tape covering his mouth.

The guards threw him to the floor in the closet, and he hit the ground with a heavy thud. Antonio walked over to the closet, his gaze matching Joe's terrified one. "Goodnight Joe," He said, slamming the door shut and locking it with a key that he stuck in his pocket.

Frank struggled as the guards resumed their position next to him, gripping his arms tightly.

"You sick-" Frank started to call Antonio, but he held up his hand.

"I don't have time for insults. Right now, I have more important things to deal with. Like makin sure this boat makes it to the bottom of the lake." The two guards took their duct tape and taped Frank's hands to the wall, multiple time, making it hard for him to move them.

Then, all three older men pulled out a hand gun, and started shooting at the hole in the bottom of the boat from where Antonio had shot previously. The noise was deafening, three guns going off at one time.

Soon, there was a decent size hole in the wooden floor of the boat, water started to rise up. The water was gushing, faster with each time the hole was getting bigger. After all the guns stopped shooting, the biggest guard took his foot and slammed it through the floorboard, creating about a five inch hole in the boat. The guards then Antonio climbed up the ladder, and slamming the trap door behind them.

The water was rising fast, it was already two inches above the floor. Frank could feel the boat losing its buoyancy, rocking harder and faster than it was before. He need to get the duct tape off and help Joe.