Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the HDA - Brain Child

Frank quickly stopped the car in front of the house and the two brothers jumped out of the car. They sprinted up the front walk and burst through the front door.

“What’s wrong?” Frank demanded as they entered the living room. They saw the paramedics attending to Brandi’s arm. “Are you okay?” Frank asked as he approached his sister.

“I’m fine,” she replied. She winced as a paramedic tightened a bandage around her arm. “It’s just a scratch.”

“Are you sure?” Frank asked, concerned.

“Quite.”

“Where’s Collins?” Frank countered.

She motioned silently to the other side of the room. Frank turned and saw the paramedics wheeling a gurney of the room. His blood chilled as he saw the sheet covering the face of the figure on the gurney.

“He caught one in the chest,” Brandi informed him. “He didn’t last very long.”

“We were so close!” Frank exclaimed. “I just know that he was the key to the whole thing, but now he’s gone!”

“It’s not quite a waste,” Brandi replied. She handed Frank a thick envelope.

“What’s this?” he wanted to know.

“His last action in this world was to retrieve that envelope from that table over there.” She indicated a table by where Collins had been sitting earlier. “He whispered that he was sorry and then he collapsed as he handed that envelope to me.”

“What’s in it?” Joe wanted to know.

“I’m not sure,” Brandi told him, “but I bet it’s important.”

Frank nodded in agreement and pushed the envelope into the pocket of his jacket. “We’ll take a look at this later,” he decided.

At that moment the Hardy siblings heard sirens as several police cars pulled up in front of the house. The police officers poured out of their cars with their guns drawn.

“Now the fun begins,” Joe muttered to his siblings. Frank grimaced at the veracity of the statement.

Several police officers stormed through the front door. One, seeing the Hardy’s handguns, aimed his gun at the brothers. “Freeze!” he ordered.

The Hardys carefully laid their guns on the floor and raised their hands in the air. “I can explain,” Frank calmly said. “You have the wrong guys here. We’re FBI agents.”

“Show me your ID,” the policeman said. As Frank reached for his pocket, the officer added, “Slowly.”

Frank pulled out the wallet containing his FBI badge and identification card and flipped it open. The policeman took the wallet from his outstretched hand and examined it carefully.

The officer reholstered his gun. “They’re all right,” he told his comrades as he handed the wallet back to Frank. Frank pocketed the wallet. The two Hardy brothers retriever their guns and holstered them.

“So what happened here, Agent Hardy?” the policeman, who’s nametag identified him as Officer O’Connor addressed Frank as he surveyed the remains of the Collins’ living room.

“We wish we knew,” Frank replied wryly. He told the officers about what had happened, leaving out the details of the case and the envelope that John Collins had given Brandi before he died.

Officer O’Connor whistled when Frank had finished his recitation. “That’s something else,” he said. “You didn’t expect this at all?” Frank shook his head. “We have the forensic team on their way,” the policeman told the Hardys. “I doubt they’ll find much, but it’s worth a shot.”

At that moment an engine was heard outside the house. The gathered group looked at the front window and saw a large panel truck with the words “Police” and “Forensics” screaming in capital letters from the side. Several uniformed police officers emerged from the vehicle, carrying their equipment.

As the forensic investigators entered the house, Frank and Joe smiled. They recognized the “forensics team” as a team of Network Agents. The Gray Man was still keeping tabs on them. The team set about photographing and collecting empty cartridge casings and the slugs that were embedded in the walls.

“Well,” Frank said, “it looks like things are under control here. We need to be moving on.”

“I just thought of something,” Brandi spoke up. “Where’s James Collins?”

The Hardys looked at each other, then they ran for the stairs. They threw open the first door at the top of the stairs and were rewarded by the sight of James Collins with his arms protectively around a woman that they assumed was Mrs. Collins.

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” Mrs. Collins asked the siblings. Her voice sounded resigned.

“Yes,” Frank confirmed softly.

Mrs. Collins did not sound surprised as she asked, “Did he give you the envelope?”

“Yes,” Brandi also spoke softly.

“Then you have what you came for,” the widow told them. “Please go.”

The Hardys backed out of the room and Frank quietly shut the door. They silently made their way down the stairs and out of the house.

“I’m guessing Mrs. Collins was expecting that,” Joe said as the three siblings climbed into the car.

“She definitely knows about the whole situation,” Frank agreed.

“Let’s get back to the apartment,” Brandi urged. “I want to see what’s in that envelope.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Frank said as he started the car.

The three Hardys managed to make it back to the apartment in record time. They hurried into the building. Frank carefully locked the door to their apartment as his two siblings waited impatiently.

Finally the three young people were seated in the living room. Frank tore open the envelope and dumped the contents on the coffee table.

The Hardys gasped in astonishment at what they saw before them.

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