Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Joe Hardy, sitting back in the brothers' rental car for a moment, looked totally and utterly defeated. Okay, so the girls weren't there. Where were they? He had been on wild goose chases before, but for nothing as important as this. For the first time in a long time, he had absolutely no idea what to do.

Frank, on the other had, wasn't about to give up so easily. Looking in through the window, he motioned for Joe to roll it down. "Come on," he said.

"Where to?"

"Let's check out back. There's always the possibility that we missed something. We didn't come all this way to give up."

Joe got out of the car, and followed his brother. He liked this never say die attitude of Frank's. With a gulp, he hoped that idea was true. This time, the brothers did decide to split up. It was getting late, and they wanted to cover as much ground- literally- as they could, before it became impossible for them to go on.

Joe re-entered the mansion, while Frank decided to check the grounds. As Joe looked around again, he was suddenly hit by a wave of sadness. The last time he was here, how much hope he had had that Iola was alive! Now, again, his heart seemed to be empty as he sensed disappointment coming to him. About 15 minutes later, Joe was about to give up, when all of a sudden, he heard his brother call from the distance.

"Joe! Joe! Come over here now! Hurry up!"

Sprinting, Joe ran over to catch up to his brother, who was considerably further up in the field.

"What's the matter?" Joe sputtered, trying to catch his breath. I should've worked harder on those laps in practice, he surmised.

Frank, with a look of hope crossing his face, pointed in the distance. "Joe? Do you see what I see?"

Joe squinted. At first, he didn't see anything. But, as his eyes adjusted to the fading light, he suddenly saw what Frank was referring to. Way down the hill, in the far distance, so far, in fact, that it looked like a miniature dollhouse, was what appeared to be a mansion of some sort.

"Wow!" Joe exclaimed. "How'd we miss that?!"

"Well, last time we were here, I guess we were so occupied with what was going on over here that there was really no need to look elsewhere. But... Joe, we have to check it out! This could be it."

Joe couldn't agree more. Heart pounding, Joe ran back to the car and jumped in the driver's side, Frank was right behind him. Slamming the doors shut, both boys sped off towards the house they had just seen.

When they were within about 100 yards of the mansion, Frank quickly hissed to Joe, "Kill the engine and the lights." Joe did so, and pulled the car over into a ditch on the side of the road. Even at this distance, both boys could see that that there was some activity going on inside. Here were lights, and although they were dim, clearly there were people inside. Add that to the numerous cars in the driveway, and the brothers began to get excited that finally something seemed to be happening.

Joe was awestruck at the size of this fortress. It dwarfed the other mansion and seemed to go on forever. Also, unlike the other mansion, this one seemed to be heavily fortified. A quick glance could testify to the fact that there was barbed wire, surveillance cameras, and fencing surrounding the area. This was not going to be easy.

The brothers looked at each other. "This could be pretty dangerous, Joe. Maybe you should stay here."

"Are you crazy?" Joe responded. "We're in this together."

With that, the boys worked their way slowly towards the first fence. Even though it was fairly dark now, Joe was contemplating how to scale the fence and manage to get through the barbed wire without looking like he had been attacked by a tiger. As he was looking, he suddenly heard Frank say, "Are you coming? Any day now."

Joe looked down in amazement. Frank had managed to cut through the fence with some gadget that he had apparently taken from home. Shaking his head, he ducked under the fence, and smiled. Good old Frank.

Slowly, and very cautiously, the boys finally approached one of the walls in the front of the house.

"I think we need to go for one of the side walls further down," Frank whispered. "It'll be less obvious. Remember, no matter what you do, be quiet."

Joe followed Frank through bushes, thorns, and around tress with sharp bark. So much for not looking like he had been mauled by a wild animal! He didn't see why they couldn't just walk up to the house, but, of course, Frank had to go over and around a problem, and not right through it. Joe sighed loudly.

"Shhhhh!" he heard Frank say in front of him.

Shaking his head, Joe followed.

Finally, they came to a wall with a high window. Unfortunately, it had bars across it. They had to keep walking until they found a very high wall with a series of windows. Way up top, the windows appeared to be slightly open and without bars.

Taking a quiet, low breath, Frank mouthed to his brother, "Do you think you can scale it?"

Well, it wasn't the rock climbing wall he had done at Great Adventure, but Joe thought he could give it a try. He nodded to Frank, who said quietly, "I'm right behind you."

However, as Joe was about to start the climb, he felt an itching right under his nose. Oh, no. Allergies. Trying to fight back a sneeze, Joe squeezed his eyes shut and scrunched his nose. He counted to ten and felt his eyes water. Frank, directly next to him, looked at his brother impatiently waiting for him to climb, when all of a sudden, a loud, "A- A- A CHOOO!!!!" reverberated through the air, followed by another, and still another.

As Frank shook his head in amazement at Joe's timing, he suddenly heard a series of footsteps behind him. Turning around, Frank saw three rather large men who were about to attack him. Throwing out his right arm in a karate move he knew as instinct, Frank was able to thwart one man's attempt to grab him. Joe, seeing a goon right behind his brother, lashed out with a left uppercut and caught the man right under his chin. Much to Joe's dismay, this only seemed to get the man angrier, and not send him down. The two brothers fought off the men as well as they could, and may just have beaten them had not an unfortunate incident happened. The boys heard what sounded like animals rushing towards them. Only, it wasn't animals. Looking up for an instant, Frank and Joe realized that they were surrounded by the bad guys. Over a dozen of them stood there, dressed in suits, with Uzi's and submachine guns pointed at them. Frank and Joe looked at each other. Slowly, they raised their hands in the air. They were caught.

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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The Hardy Boys Fan Fiction authors of the Hardy Detective Agency have just borrowed them for an adventure or two. The authors promise to put the boys back when they are done with them. The authors do claim copyright to the original characters in this story. Please do not borrow original characters without express permission of the authors.

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