Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the HDA - Brain Child

“It’s strange,” the doctor said with a puzzled look. “A new chemist that we hired just this morning was able to create an antidote to the drug that was on that handkerchief that you brought in. He whipped that thing up so fast that the rest of the chemists didn’t know what was going on. The really strange part is that after hearing that it worked, he disappeared.”

Frank smiled and winked at Brandi. She smiled also as they both remembered the Gray Man calling the hospital chemists fools. Apparently the Network chemist had done his job well. “Can we see him now?” Frank asked.

“Sure, but you’ll have to leave your guns at the desk.” He motioned to the bulge of Frank’s should holster and looked pointedly at the gun strapped to Brandi’s thigh.

“Ok,” Frank agreed. The two siblings removed the guns from their holsters, removed the clips, and cleared the chambers. Then they handed the now empty guns to the nurse that was at the desk. “I think we’re ready,” Frank told the doctor.

“Ok,” he said. “Follow me.” The two young people followed the doctor as he led the way through a pair of double doors and down the hall beyond them.

As they neared Joe’s room, they heard Joe’s voice. “I’m fine,” he insisted. “Just get me my clothes and let me out of here.”

“He’s been like that since he woke up,” the doctor told them ruefully.

“That sounds like him,” Frank replied with a grin.

As they entered the room, Joe turned to look at them and his face lit up. “It’s about time you got here,” he said. “Tell these people that I’m fine.”

Frank turned to the doctor. “What’s your opinion?” he asked him.

“He appears to be fine, but I would like to keep him overnight for observation,” the doctor replied.

“That sounds reasonable to me,” Frank agreed.

“Why can’t I leave?” Joe demanded.

“Well, to quote a movie, ‘You’ve been mostly dead all day’,” Frank said, imitating the character’s voice.

Joe grimaced at the poor imitation and finally relented. “Ok,” he said, “but I want something to eat besides this junk they just gave me.” He glared distastefully at the tray of hospital food beside his bed.

Frank looked at the doctor questioningly. “I suppose it would be all right if you brought him some other food,” he relented. He looked at his watch. “I have to go check on some other patients,” he told them. The Hardys thanked him as he left.

“Ok,” Joe said when the doctor was gone. “Spill it. What’s been going on?”

Frank quickly told him the day’s events from the time he was knocked unconscious until the Network chemist had discovered an antidote. “Wow,” Joe said. “Quite the day.”

“Now you tell us what happened,” Frank said. “All we know is that you went to get the fingerprint kit and then we found you unconscious with some dude running for the front door.”

“All I know is that someone clamped a handkerchief over my nose just as I stepped into the office,” Joe replied. “The only thing I can figure is that they didn’t both have time to get away after knocking you out, so one of them hid in the office. It was just my bad luck that I walked in on him.”

Frank and Brandi admitted that Joe’s explanation was the most probable explanation for the day’s events. “I wonder if the guys have had any luck looking for Sexton and Colder,” Frank said. “We haven’t heard from them since they left. I’ll go out to the waiting room and call them, since we’re not allowed to use cell phones in here.”

“Order me a pizza while you’re at it,” Joe told him.

Frank agreed and stepped to the open door of the room. He was about to step out when he froze. He stepped back and eased the door shut. He locked it and turned back to face Joe and Brandi, a look of concern etched on his handsome features.

“What’s wrong?” Brandi demanded.

“Sexton, Colder, and several other men in suits are coming down the hall,” was his shocking reply.

Brandi turned pale and reached towards the holster on her thigh. Her hand stopped halfway to its destination and she said, “Oh no! Our guns are at the desk!”

At that moment the gathered siblings heard a small noise and the flimsy lock on the room door flew to pieces. Edward Sexton stepped through the doorway holding a smoking automatic with a silencer on it. He was followed by Joshua Colder. “Well, well,” Sexton said. “The gang’s all here. We can kill two birds with one stone, Joshua, or rather, three Hardys with three bullets.” The Hardys glanced at each other. They would never be able to overpower the two rogue agents! Even if they managed to do so, the other men outside the door would surely kill them. Their situation looked hopeless!

“What was your purpose in all of this?” Frank suddenly asked, trying to stall for time. “If you’re going to kill us, at least tell us why.”

“And tell us what you’ve been doing with our sister for the last twenty-three years,” Joe demanded.

“Oh no,” Sexton replied. “I can tell that you are trying to stall me, but I won’t fall for it.” He pointed his gun at Frank’s head and his finger tightened on the trigger!

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