Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the HDA - Brain Child

Frank slammed on the brakes and the yellow car came to a halt. He backed up until they were parked in front of the house belonging to John Collins. The three siblings almost tripped over themselves in their haste to climb out of the car. They hurried up to the front door of the large house.

“He’s obviously been doing all right for himself,” Joe muttered to Frank as he surveyed the home.

“Well, district attorneys do make a fairly decent income,” Frank reminded him.

“True.” The two ceased their discussion as they approached the door. Frank rang the doorbell.

The door opened a crack and a boy the age of the Hardys stuck his head out. “What do you want?” he asked.

“We’re here to see Mr. Collins,” Frank told him.

“What are your names?”

“I am Frank Hardy and this is my brother Joe and my sister Brandi.”

The boy’s eyes narrowed when he heard the names. “I’m sorry,” he replied coldly, “but my father is busy.”

The Hardys exchanged puzzled looks at the boy’s attitude. Brandi spoke, “It’s very important that we see him right away.”

“I said, ‘He’s busy,’” the young Collins said. He began to close the door.

Just then, they heard a voice say, “It’s okay. Let them in.”

“But, Dad,” the boy whispered, “their name is Hardy.”

“It’s okay, James,” the voice repeated.

“Fine,” James Collins replied. He opened the door for the Hardy trio to enter. Once the three were inside, he closed the door behind them and promptly disappeared up the stairs.

“Hello,” the man that they now knew to be John Collins, greeted them. “What can I do for you?”

“We need to talk to you about a matter that is of the utmost importance,” Frank told him.

“In that case,” John Collins replied, “we should sit down.” He led the way into the luxurious living room of the spacious house. Once the group was seated, he repeated his question.

“Sir,” Frank began, “I’m sure you remember a court case that took place about twenty-three years ago. Several leaders of the Liberators were on trial.”

John Collins did not look surprised, he only looked wary. “I remember the case,” he answered carefully.

“Why did you dismiss the case?” Frank asked.

“There was a lack of evidence…,” he began.

“You know that’s not true,” Frank cut him off. “And why did you have my father pulled off the investigation of the witness’s murder?”

“I’m afraid I can’t answer those questions,” John Collins replied. His lips tightened.

“Why not?” Brandi asked.

His expression softened. “They’ll kill her,” he said. Then he muttered as if to himself, “If they haven’t already.”

“Kill who?” Frank persisted.

“I can’t tell you,” he insisted.

Suddenly, the large window in the front of the living room shattered into millions of pieces! The gathered group heard gunshots and they saw the bullets begin to tear the room to pieces.

“Get down!” Frank yelled as he dove to the floor, pulling his sister with him. “Joe! Get Collins!” he told his brother.

“I’ve got him!” Joe called back as he pulled John Collins to the floor.

By this time, Frank had drawn his handgun from its shoulder holster and was crawling towards the window. He motioned for Joe to get the other side. Joe nodded and pulled his gun out. He released the safety and crawled to the opposite side of the big window. Frank waited until there was a lull in the gunfire then he made eye contact with Joe and nodded. The two brothers rose to where they could see through the shattered window. They saw a late-model black sedan with several men dressed in dark clothing and ski masks firing automatic weapons out of the windows. The two brothers pointed their guns out of the windows and fired at the car. One of Joe’s bullets shattered one of the windows, narrowly missing one of the car’s occupants. When he realized that their gunfire was being returned, the driver of the car gunned the engine and the car sped away down the street.

“Let’s go!” Frank called to Joe as he jumped to his feet and scrambled towards the door. The two brothers ran down the front walk of the Collins home and jumped into their sports car. Frank twisted the key in the ignition and almost simultaneously threw the car into gear. He pushed the accelerator to the floor and the powerful engine roared as the car leapt in pursuit of the gunmen. The black sedan holding the fleeing assassins whipped around the corner and onto the highway that ran in front of the housing development where the Collins home was located. The Hardys followed, their car almost tipping onto two wheels as the tires squealed in protest. “Call the police!” Frank ordered his brother.

“Right,” Joe replied. He quickly pulled out his cell phone and dialed the emergency number for the local police station. After quickly explaining the situation to the operator, he quickly ended the call and returned the phone to his pocket. He retrieved his gun from the shoulder holster where he had placed it. He ejected the clip and checked it. Noticing that the clip was empty, Joe replaced it with a fresh magazine from his holster. He sent the slide forward to chamber a round and once again released the safety. “I’m ready,” he informed Frank.

Frank nodded in return and accelerated even more. As they drew closer to the escaping gunmen, Joe leaned out of his open window and fired at the fleeing car. Several of his bullets found their mark in the trunk of the car. The driver of the fleeing car swerved back and forth wildly to avoid Joe’s bullets. The chase neared a busy intersection. The gunmen sped through the red light. Frank was about to follow when a large tractor and trailer drove through the intersection on the cross street. Frank slammed on his brakes and the yellow GTO squealed to a stop just short of the semi trailer. After the trailer had passed, Frank turned on the siren and flashing lights on the yellow car and drove in the direction that the black sedan had gone.

“Do you see it?” Frank asked Joe.

“No,” Joe replied in frustration.

Frank drove down empty street staring carefully down every cross streets, but it was no use. The black sedan was nowhere to be found. Frank slammed his fist against the steering wheel. “So close,” he moaned.

“Don’t worry,” Joe said through gritted teeth, “we’ll get them sooner or later.”

“Hopefully sooner than later,” Frank replied wryly. He sighed, “We’d better get back and see if Collins is willing to tell us anything now.”

“Yeah,” Joe agreed. “He’s obviously hiding something.”

“That’s definitely true. If it wasn’t obvious before, it’s painfully so now.”

The two brothers drove quickly back to the house. “Oh no!” Frank exclaimed as they approached the house.

“What?” Joe demanded

“Look,” was his older brother’s reply as he pointed to the house. Both brothers could now clearly see the flashing lights of the ambulance that was parked in front of the Collins house.

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