Two MPs grabbed him and dragged him back. "Take them both to the guardhouse," Captain Hammond commanded, pointing to Frank and Chavo. "I want some questions answered." "Joe!" Frank screamed again, still struggling as he was pulled to the jeep. It was no use. The guards had him in an unbreakable grip, and he was shoved roughly into the jeep's backseat as Chavo quietly took the seat next to him. "Stay there and be quiet," an MP growled. The guards climbed into the front seat and started up the jeep. "I'll get him," Frank muttered as they sped through the base. "I'll get the Director if it's the last thing I do." "Didn't I tell you to keep quiet?" the MP barked. Chavo raised a finger to his lips, signaling Frank to stay silent. With his other hand he jabbed a finger three times at the MPs and nodded slowly to Frank. After a long moment Frank nodded back. This was their only chance, he realized. Chavo held out three fingers and started flashing the count. On the third count, Frank and Chavo jumped into action, clipping both MPs on the back of the neck.
