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asked as Frank hauled him to his feet.
    "I'd say this was an emergency. Let's use the emergency exit."
    The soundtrack had grown much quieter, and movie patrons started turning around at the sound of voices behind them. "Shut up, you're ruining the flick!" A few even stood up and turned around. "What's going on back there?"
    "Let's get moving before they block the aisle." Frank took off at full speed toward the screen, with Joe right behind him.
    "Down in front!" patrons began to scream as the Hardys blocked their view, rushing toward the screen. Above them was a huge close-up of Sean Connery, his face twisted in a grimace of rage. Just ahead of them was the Exit sign.
    Together, the Hardys hit the panic bar on the door, smashing it open. They tumbled through the emergency exit, out into brilliant sunlight.
    "Come on!" Frank lurched into the parking lot, half-blinded. But three steps from the exit, he crashed into something. He stepped back, blinking, and then froze. Blocking their retreat was a long black car, rear doors open. "Get in," a cold, hard voice commanded.

Chapter 5
    FRANK AND JOE hesitated just an instant-until a dart scored the paint on the fender beside them. "No choice," Frank said.
    He and Joe got into the car. The door closed behind them, muffling the noise as the vehicle screeched away from the curb.
    "What's going on?" said Frank in surprise. "I thought those guys were coming along."
    "Looks like they thought so, too," Joe said, glancing out the rear windshield. Two figures sprinted from the theater emergency exit. One aimed a pistol, and they saw the gleam of a dart fly at them and bounce off the trunk of the car.
    The smoked-glass partition hiding the front seat rolled down with a whirring noise, bringing both Hardys' heads front. "Don't jump to conclusions until you know all the facts, boys," said the driver of the car, turning around.
    Frank and Joe sat in shock, staring at Arthur Gray.
    "What are you doing here?" Joe finally managed to say.
    "Rescuing you," Gray replied, turning back to the road. "From the looks of things, I arrived just in time."
    "Yeah," Frank said, suspicion in his voice.
    "You came along very conveniently. Too conveniently."
    Gray smiled as he glanced in the rear-view mirror. "I took the liberty of keeping a discreet electronic eye on you."
    "How?" Frank demanded. "Remember those cards I gave you? They're, not cardboard, they're plastic. And inside they're marvels of microelectronics."
    "You bugged us?" Joe burst out.
    "Not exactly. They're locator devices. We could plot your movements. When your movements suddenly became rather erratic, we knew something was up. So I came to collect you. And you're right. I'd say it was very convenient that I came along."
    The car had pulled out of the parking area, and Gray poured on the speed.
    "You know, I've had just about enough of this cloak-and-dagger stuff," Frank said. Gray didn't turn or even respond. "I want to know what's going on here. And I want it straight."
    Still Gray didn't answer.
    "Kind of tough, arguing with the back of somebody's head," Joe commented. "Do you hear me?" Frank said, reaching out to grab the man by the shoulder.
    Before Frank's hand reached the front seat, the glass divider came up like a reverse guillotine. Startled, Frank jerked his hand back. The divider rolled back down.
    "Sorry about that," Gray apologized. "Security measure. Although I am a bit surprised. Our files said your brother was the hot-headed one." "Ah, come on, give him a break," Joe said. Frank was staring. "Files?" he repeated. "Just who are you?" "Let's say I'm connected with the intelligence community," the Gray Man replied.
    "CIA?” The government man shook his head. "Nothing so crude. The Network does more . . . delicate . . . information gathering."
    "The Network, huh? CBS instead of CIA?" Frank was having a tough time accepting Gray's transformation from nerd to secret agent. His eyes narrowed in thought. "So that story about your