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He took the battery out. Frank was surprised, when Joe was angry he just turned off his phone and let the calls stack up but he had never taken the battery out before. Fenton Hardy didn't speak. He just studied the phone in his hands then quickly looking up at the man who was holding a knife to his wife's throat he opened his mouth to speak but Arundhati beat him to it.
"So he must have took the battery out." It was a rhetorical question. Fenton nodded and pulled the phone to his chest, Arundhati made an angry noise and released his grip of Mrs. Hardy letting her drop to the ground. "Why do you think he did it?" The terrorist stepped towards Fenton and ripped the phone from his hands. " Maybe he's angry." Fenton remained stone faced until Arundhati kicked Laura Hardy over to her son. "Tie her up Marko, and do try to be gentle." The dark haired guard grunted and stooped down to obey.
Frank shot the guard a glare and leaned down to make his mother more comfortable.
"Marshall please tie Fenton. I shall try and find Joesph's last whereabouts." Arundhati ordered not taking his eyes off the phone in his hands.
"How are you going to do that?" Frank asked bravely ignoring the look his mother gave him. Yes, Arundhati had just murdered a man and probably dozens of others in the middle east, but Frank needed to know what the terrorist knew, and know where his brother was and if he would save them. Arundhati sighed sounding impatient.
"Ask your father about me being an absolute genius with electronics and him putting tracking devices on both of your phones. The little trackers will still work for about five hours after any damages or even if there is no battery in the phone and if you have the right password." What? How could he have the right password? And how come he know about the tracing devices when Frank didn't even know? Frank looked at his father for an explanation but Fenton wouldn't even look his way.
"Fenton you'll have to tell him." Frank glanced towards his mother in surprise, it had been a while since she spoke. "Please, Fen." She begged and Fenton shook his head not meeting her eye. Marshall finished tying his wrists and went to stand by his boss again.
"Marshall go get me my phone." Arundhati ordered laying the Hardy's phone sideways on their coffee table. "Oh, and my scanner." Frank cleared his throat ready to say something defiant when a knock on the front door stopped him. "Oh you've got to be joking!" Arundhati angrily cried out. "No, nobody move I shall just look in this window thingy and see who it is." Frank felt his mother squeeze his hand and squeezed back, it had to be Joe. Who else? Whenever Joe was locked out he pounded on the door as such as they were all hearing.
Arundhati leaned towards the door and peered through the peephole. A gasp of surprise came from the terrorist and for a second he couldn't move. Frank held his breath, waiting, hoping. Joe would know if there was anything strange going on he would know. Arundhati stepped back from the door with an evil grin plastered on his face. And the next words took all of Frank's hope away and gave him a fear he couldn't quite comprehend.
"It is my son Zanier!"
Iola finished boarding up her last window and stepped back to check her work, yep that would have to hold. The heavy roar of wind made her wince, and quickly grabbing a blanket from the closet she made her way to the basement."Iola!" Mrs. Morton called out as soon as she descended the steps. "What took you so long?" Iola suddenly realized that her whole family was already in the basement.
"Umm... nothing, sorry." Iola unnecessarily apologized and set her blanket down next to her brother's,
"Chet, shouldn't you put that away?" Chet glanced up and gave her a dirty look before pocketing his game boy. Iola smirked.
"Iola, you think you can help me with this?" Mr. Morton asked pointing to the radio, Iola nodded enthusiastically and bounced up.
"Hey, why don't you need my help?" Chet demanded and his mother sighed.
"Chet, why don't you go seal the basement door?" Chet groaned but hurried to obey anyway. Iola sat down next to her father on the workbench and turned her head sideways to get a better view of the radio. Mr. Morton unscrewed the bottom slowly, Iola watched him for a moment then quickly grabbed his arm. "Wait dad, I know what the problem is! You see you it should really be on F.M but you have it on A.M." Mr. Morton nodded and moved to screw the bottom back in when he stopped and held his daughter's arm in his hand.
"Iola, you're bleeding." Iola heard her mother gasp as she looked down at her arm to inspect the damage.
"It's just a scratch!" She protested as her mother ran up. Inspecting the damage carefully Mrs. Morton nodded.
"I'll go get the first aid kit, Iola don't worry honey you're gonna be fine." Mrs. Morton patted her daughter's hand reassuringly and headed towards the oversized first aid kit, her husband quickly following. Iola glanced down at her hand and rolled her eyes, her mom was a first class worry wort. A sudden drop of water splashed onto her forehead and startled Iola looked up to where water was leaking through the basement roof.
"Rock-a-by baby, in the treetop when the wind blows the cradle will rock and..." Chief Ezra Collig's voice trailed off, had he never paid attention to the lyrics? Such a creepy little song, Collig sighed and moved his leg to wake it back up.
"Wahhhhhh" His five month year old granddaughter wailed her little face scrunched up and red from anger.
"Dad! You woke her up!" Alice Collig stepped up and held her hands our to claim her daughter.
"Sorry Al," Collig apologized and stood up to hand his daughter her child despite the pain in his back. Alice must have noticed that he was pain.
"Dad you should rest, it's your day off!" Collig shook his head stubbornly,
"Al, no. I've got to protect my family there's a hurricane coming." Alice sighed and nodded, repositioning her daughter. Collig moved down towards the rest of their family and turned to his son in law. " Do we have everything?"
"Yes Mr. Collig." Alice's husband still had trouble calling Collig anything other "Mr. Collig" after nearly a year of marriage, but Collig didn't want to rush the kid. " Bryan just came back after getting some batteries from his house." Collig nodded and winced fighting off the desire to put his hands over his ears after his granddaughter's cries grew louder and more urgent.
" Eric, she wants her daddy." A tired sounding Alice handed Eric their daughter and almost immediately the cries stopped. Collig smiled at his granddaughter and brushed a piece of hair back from her sweet little face. The loud sound of thunder in the distance startled the little family and the baby started crying again. Groaning Alice put her hands over her daughter's ears so the threatening sound would be muffled and Eric sat down leaning against the wall.
"Hey Ezra, your phone is ringing!" A voice called from the other side of the basement. Annoyed, Collig marched over and snatched the phone from his brother. He still couldn't figure out how to answer this thing, he was fine with his old flip phone but Alice had insisted saying;
"Dad, c'mon you're like the only cop in Bayport who doesn't have one! It would make your life so much easier." Easier? Nope, too many buttons and app thingies. Nehemiah Collig rolled his eyes, grabbed the phone, pressed a multitude of buttons, handed it back to his brother and suddenly it was working.
"Chief, we just got a tip, civilian thought she saw Arundhati Saleem on Norman road." Collig recognized the street name right away.
"Baker, neighbor? And which house?" He barked fear churning in his stomach,
"716. Oh no isn't that the-"
"Hardy house," Collig interrupted and closed his eyes silently cursing Fenton for having anything to do with Arundhati Saleem." He felt a hand on his arm and opened his eyes to his daughter's worried face.
"Dad, are you okay?" Collig met her eyes then turned to give his brother a look hoping he'd understand.
"Al, I've got to go, stay safe." Was all he could say before tucking his phone into the pocket out of his windbreaker and dashing up the basement stairs.
Joe had decided to follow his angel, well mainly because he sensed that a bad storm was coming and she had been so persistent. A pretty girl that wanted him to follow her. But he was still regretting storming out on his family, it probably wasn't the best way to handle his anger. Now he was doing his best to keep up with the angel as they climbed the steep slope.
"Joe." The angel called sharply and Joe groaned in response, he was still in pain from the mast falling on him. And the pain had recently gotten worse, wait, had he even stopped to see if he was okay? Collapsing against the sandy ledge, Joe ran his hands up and down his body checking for injuries and stopped when his hands came in contact with something wet. Blood. He could immediately tell by the warm sticky wet feeling, taking a deep breath Joe pulled his hand up to his face and stared transfixed at crimson liquid. And then everything seemed to slow down.
"Joe! Joe can you hear me?" Her voice sounded far away and somehow Joe was aware of a arm on his shoulder, then a blurry figure in front of his face. Joe closed his eyes hoping that the pounding in his skull would stop, but it only increased. Someone was shaking him, he tried to open his eyes, he tried to speak but no words came. And darkness came swiftly leaving him with now nothing, but sleep.
I know, I know this is late but it took a long time. Too long actually, I had to keep redoing the first part with Frank and the terrorist because it didn't seem right , but in the end I'm glad I did. If any one caught that Ezra's older brother was named Nehemiah- yeah lol, his older's sister name is Esther and his father's name is Job. No just kidding, but that would be weird. Okay I wasted enough of your time I only have one more thing to say; REVIEW!