Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the HDA - Brain Child

Biff stepped back and opened the door wider. In walked Brandi with her arms full of shopping bags. She set them down on the floor and extended her hand. She was now dressed in a pair of jeans and an orange sweater that set off her dark hair beautifully. “Hi,” she said, “I’m Brandi.”

Biff shook her outstretched hand and said, “Nice to meet you, Brandi. I’m Biff.” He smiled. “How did an ugly guy like Frank end up with such a pretty sister?”

“I heard that!” Frank called from the living room.

Brandi and Biff both laughed as they joined the rest of the group in the living room. Frank introduced Brandi to Tony and they continued their conversation. Before long Chet and Phil had also arrived and joined the discussion.

“So how is Joe doing?” Chet asked.

“I don’t know,” Frank replied. “I haven’t heard anything. I’ll call the hospital and find out.” He placed the call. When he had hung up, he shook his head and said, “There’s no change. He’s still unconscious.”

“Well, I, for one, want to get my hands on whoever did this,” Biff said. He cracked his knuckles to emphasize his point.

Frank handed out the photos that he had printed off. “These are the most likely suspects,” he told the group. “Their fingerprints were found on the front door and they are both wanted criminals.”

“They don’t look so tough,” Biff said, unimpressed.

“Don’t let their looks fool you,” Frank cautioned. “Colder was a trained FBI agent and Sexton was a covert CIA operative. They have already tried to kill me and Brandi once. The only reason we’re still here is because of the armor that we had installed on the GTO.”

“What is these guys’ game?” Tony asked. “What are they after?”

“I wish I could tell you,” Frank said. “We know they’re after Brandi. Why, we don’t know. I am curious as to why so many rogue government agents are in on this.”

“I just had a thought,” Phil said. “You don’t think the Network has anything to do with this, do you? This sounds like their kind of operation.” The Network was a top secret government agency that Frank and Joe sometimes worked for. Although in the past the brothers had been wary of the organization, they were now glad to help out when they were needed. For their services, they were paid well which allowed them to afford their crime fighting equipment.

“There’s only one problem with that,” Frank replied. “The Network had absolutely no reason to want us dead.”

“True,” Phil consented.

“You have given me an idea, though,” Frank said. “I should call the Gray Man and see if he knows anything about what’s going on.” Arthur Gray, or the Gray Man, was the head of the Network. He was also Joe and Frank’s usual contact in the Network.

“That’s not a bad idea,” Chet said. “He seems to know everything else that’s going on.”

“I’ll do that now,” Frank decided. He picked up his cell phone and dialed the Gray Man’s secret number.

Arthur Gray answered on the first ring. “Hello, Franklin,” he said. “How’s your brother?”

“I think you already know,” Frank said.

“That is correct,” the Gray Man admitted.

“So you know that we need to get our hands on whatever he was drugged with?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have any idea what it was?” Frank asked the man.

“I do not,” the Gray Man told him. “I do have my men searching for Edward Sexton and Joshua Colder as we speak.”

“Any luck?”

“Not yet, but I should know more by tonight.”

“Okay,” Frank replied. “Now what do you know about this situation with our sister?”

The Gray Man sounded surprised. “She disappeared twenty-three years ago. What else do you need to know?”

“She has resurfaced,” Frank told him. He was pleased to realize that he finally knew something that the knowledgeable Arthur Gray did not.

“Tell me everything,” the Gray Man demanded.

Frank explained everything to him. He knew without asking that Arthur Gray was taking copious notes. He also knew that the call was also being recorded for future reference. He asked a few questions and wrote down the answers and then said, “I will look into this. I’ll call you later.” With that he hung up the phone.

Frank turned back to the gathered group and told them what the Gray Man had said. “I think it’s time for us to get to work,” he said when he had finished his story. He broke the group up into pairs and gave each pair a section of the nearby area to search. He supplied them each with a map and the pictures that he had printed off of the two rogue agents. He and Brandi would visit the body shops in the area to see if anyone had brought in a black sedan with a damaged rear end.

“Does everyone have some form of protection?” Frank checked.

“I have my gun,” Biff said.

“I have my throwing stars,” Tony said. Tony had been studying martial arts for the past several years and had proved a natural at using the throwing stars.

“I have a taser,” Phil said.

“How about you, Chet?” Frank asked his friend.

“Nothing,” Chet replied. “Do you still have that set of throwing knives I like?”

“Sure,” Frank said. “They’re in the car. We can pick them up on the way out.”

The group left the building and headed off in their different directions. Chet and Tony followed Frank and Brandi to the Hardys’ car so that Chet could get the knives. As they reached the yellow car, Frank pressed a button on the remote that he carried on his keychain and the trunk popped open. Frank pressed on of the buttons that were revealed on the inside of the trunk and drawer slid out. The drawer was full of various knives all in slots custom made to the exact shape of the knives. Frank pulled out several small throwing knives that were contained in a sheath that was able to be strapped around the forearm.

Chet took the knives and strapped them to his forearm. “Okay,” he said, “now I’m ready.” He headed off to his car with Tony to start their search.

Frank turned to Brandi. “Ready to go?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said. She grinned. “Do I get a gun too?” she asked playfully.

“Sure,” Frank replied. He pressed another button. The knife drawer slid shut and another drawer slid open. Inside the new drawer were several different guns in formed slots. He pulled out a sleek automatic that was in a leg holster and handed it to her.

She strapped the holster to her thigh and pulled out the gun. She inserted the clip that Frank also handed her and pulled back the slide to chamber a round. She set the safety and put the gun back in the holster. “Now I’m ready,” she said. “Let’s go.”

They hopped in the car. Frank started the car and threw it into gear. He stomped the accelerator and they tore away from the curb. Within minutes they pulled up to the first body shop on their list.

Frank and Brandi walked into the building. “We’re private detectives,” Frank told the man at the front desk. “We’re looking for a man that ran out on his wife and took her car in the process,” he lied. “It would be a late model black sedan. We think he may try to get it repaired because the rear end was damaged. Have you had any cars in here that match the description?”

The man, who had been looking at Brandi’s gun suspiciously, seemed to accept Frank’s story. “No, I haven’t had any cars like that recently,” he replied. “Wish I could be of help.”

Frank thanked him and handed him one of his business cards. “If you happen to come across it, could you give us a call?” The man agreed and Frank and Brandi left to check the next shop.

After giving the same story at seventeen different body shops, Frank and Brandi were beginning to get discouraged. Finally they stopped at Jason’s Garage and Used Car Sales. They asked Jason about the car.

“Oh sure,” he replied to their questions. “I’ve seen that car.”

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