Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the HDA - Brain Child

Frank braced himself for the bullet he felt sure was going to slam into him at any second. Suddenly, Sexton gave a cry of pain as his hand was pierced by a knife that flew out of nowhere. His gun clattered to the floor as the knife was followed by Chet charging into the room with the growl of an enraged grizzly. He hit Sexton across the jaw with a powerful punch as Biff simultaneously hit Colder with a perfect flying tackle. As Colder struggled to get up, Biff delivered a tremendous blow to his jaw with a solid fist. The fight was over so quickly that Frank and Joe did not have a chance to assist their two friends.

“You guys were just in time!” Frank gasped.

“I wanted a shot at that Sexton character,” Joe complained as he looked at the now unconscious Sexton.

Brandi grinned mischievously and said, “I’m glad you didn’t have a chance, Joe. Nobody here wants to see you out of bed in that hospital gown. We don’t need to see that show.”

The gathered friends laughed at her comment while Joe blushed. “So how did you guys know that we needed help?” Frank asked Biff and Chet.

“Well,” Chet drawled. “It’s like this, Tony and I finally found Sexton’s hotel. We thought we were out of luck, though, because the clerk told us that Sexton had just checked out. We returned to the car and were getting ready to go back to your apartment when we spotted Sexton and Colder and their goons leaving the hotel in a black van. We followed them for a ways and then discovered that they were on their way here. We figured they were up to no good, so we called Biff and Phil and told them to meet us here.”

Chet paused for a breath and Frank asked, “Speaking of their goons, what’s up with them?”

“I was getting to that,” Chet answered with a pained look. “Phil knocked them cold with his Taser before we even came in here. He and Tony are out guarding them right now. The rest of the story you already know. I nailed Sexton with the knife because I didn’t think I could get to him in time to keep him from shooting you, Frank.”

“Well, I’m glad you did,” Frank said, “or I’d have one more hole that usual in my head.”

“It would probably improve your looks,” Joe teased.

Frank’s look shot daggers in Joe’s direction. “It’s not too late for you,” he told Joe as he picked up Edward Sexton’s silenced automatic.

Joe held up his hands in mock surrender. “I give up,” he conceded.

“That’s better,” Frank approved. “Now, I’m going to call the Gray Man. I’m sure he’ll want a crack at these guys.” He whipped out his cell phone and matched his actions to his words. He quickly told Arthur Gray what had happened.

“Agents are on the way,” the Gray Man said. He barked orders to his subordinates and then said goodbye to Frank.

“They’re on their way,” Frank told the others as he put his phone back into his pocket.

“Hey,” Phil called from the doorway. “What should we do with these guys? Someone’s going to see them soon.”

“Drag them in here,” Frank ordered. “They can chill with their friends on the floor.” Within a few moments, the young people had dragged Sexton’s three accomplices into the hospital room.

The friends had just finished their task and had shut the door to the room when it reopened. The head nurse stepped into the room. She saw the unconscious bodies on the floor and the weapons in the youths’ hands. Her mouth opened in a scream, but it died on her lips as she slumped to the floor.

“That was a close one,” a voice said from behind the now unconscious nurse. The Hardy brothers broke into smiles as they recognized Agent Eric Jacobs. Agent Jacobs was a tall, lanky redhead with a friendly demeanor. He put a now empty syringe into his pocket. “She almost got us in trouble,” he said. “Guess we got here in time.”

“Cut the chatter,” a female voice said. “That knockout drug you gave her doesn’t last for very long.” The Hardys grinned even more as they saw Agent Jacobs’ cousin, Agent Sage Jameson. Agent Jameson had also inherited the family red hair, but instead of the six and a half foot height of her cousin, she stood at a height of five feet and one inch. The Hardys had worked with the two cousins on a previous case and had developed a liking for the two.

“You need to lighten up, Sage,” Agent Jacobs told his cousin. Another difference between the two cousins was that Agent Jacobs was friendly and outgoing while his cousin was a bit brusque and sometimes a little rude.

“Yeah, Sage,” Joe added with a wink at Agent Jacobs. “When are you going to let me take you to dinner?”

“When Arthur Gray grows hair,” she snapped, “and it’s ‘Agent Jameson’ to you.”

Joe winced at her answer. It was common knowledge that the Gray Man was bald and always would be. “Ok, fine,” Joe conceded. “Now I think you need to take a look at Sexton, Agent Jameson. He cut his hand.”

“Ok,” she answered. Agent Jameson’s medical training had come in handy several times in the past. She knelt beside the unconscious ex-agent. After examining the wounded hand for a moment, she yanked the throwing knife out of the hand and casually tossed it backwards over her shoulder. The knife thudded into the wall beside Chet. “I believe that’s yours,” she stated as she quickly bandaged the rogue CIA agent’s hand.

Chet gulped as he pulled the still quivering knife out of the wall beside his head. He washed the blood off in the sink and returned the knife to the sheath on his arm.

“Okay,” Agent Jameson said after a moment, “let’s wake them up.”

At that moment an angry voice was heard in the hall, “What do you mean I can’t go in there? I’m his doctor! What’s going on here?”

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