Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the HDA - Brain Child

An hour later found the three Hardys piling into their yellow sports car. Had anyone seen them, they would not have recognized them. The siblings were dressed in dark clothing, complete with black stocking caps. Their faces were painted black to blend into the growing darkness. Each young person carried a handgun strapped to their leg. On the opposite leg they had large combat knives. The handles of boot knives could be seen protruding from the top of their combat boots. In addition to that arsenal, each of them also carried government-issued M-4 assault rifles slung across their backs. Pouches full of extra ammunition circling their wastes completed the ensemble. Joe and Frank also carried large black backpacks.

They drove in grim silence to the dingy parking garage where the black Mercedes was kept. After making sure that they had not been followed, Frank parked the GTO. “Let’s go,” he said as he turned off the car. He took another quick look around and opened the car door. The Hardys quickly exited the sports car and entered the Mercedes. Frank started the car and drove carefully out of the garage. Seeing nobody on the street, he drove quickly away.

Within a short time, the Hardys found themselves approaching the house where Dan Fenzel lived. Frank drove slowly past while Joe and Brandi studied the building. Frank stopped the car a block down the street and turned off the lights.

“I saw a light on in one of the ground floor rooms,” Brandi said.

“I’ll check it out,” Joe offered.

“Do it,” Frank agreed. Joe pulled three radios out of the backpack that he carried and passed them out. He clipped the radio to his belt and attached the microphone to his collar. He placed the ear piece in its place. Frank and Brandi copied his actions. After they had all turned on their radios, Joe clicked the transmit button to test the connection. Frank and Brandi both gave him the thumbs up to indicate that they had heard the click.

“You want to take care of the dome light?” Joe asked Frank. “We don’t want to warn him that I’m coming.”

Frank bent over for a moment. “Got it,” he said as he sat back up. He showed them the fuse that he pulled out.

Joe nodded and opened the car door. He unslung his M-4 and melted into the darkness, his rifle ready.

“What now?” Brandi asked when he was gone.

“Now we wait,” Frank said.

“You don’t think Fenzel will catch him, do you?”

“Not by himself,” Frank said. “I think that Joe can tackle a seventy year old man by himself.”

“What if he has help?”

“I didn’t see any other cars at his house,” Frank replied. “Besides I think Joe can take care of himself.”

Just then Joe’s voice was heard in their ears. “I’m outside the window,” he told them.

“What do you see?” Frank asked.

“It’s his study,” Joe answered. “He’s looking through some files.”

“Can you see what’s in them?” Brandi asked eagerly.

“No,” Joe replied. “Now the phone’s ringing.”

“Can you hear what he’s saying?”

“Not quite,” Joe said after a moment’s pause, “but he’s pretty angry.” There was another pause and then, “He’s putting the files into a safe. It looks like he’s getting ready to leave.” The two Hardys listening in the car suddenly heard a sharp intake of breath.

“What is it?” Frank asked quickly.

“He’s packing,” Joe said. “He just put on a shoulder holster.”

“What’s he carrying?” Frank asked.

“It looks like a Desert Eagle,” Joe told him.

“If that’s the case, he must not be as feeble as he looks,” Frank mused. “Those things have plenty of recoil.”

“He’s got his coat on now,” Joe continued his narrative. Another pause and then Joe said, “He’s pulling out of the garage. He’s in a green Jaguar, coming your way.”

“I see him,” Frank replied as he saw the headlights approaching their position. Frank and Brandi quickly ducked down in the car as Dan Fenzel’s car came close. When the car had passed them, they sat up and watched Fenzel’s car proceed down the street.

“We’re going after him,” Frank told Joe.

“Go for it,” Joe agreed. “I want to get a closer look at the inside of the house.”

“Be careful,” Frank advised.

“You too,” Joe replied. Then, “Joe out.” This was followed by silence.

Just then Fenzel’s Jaguar turned the corner two blocks ahead of where Frank and Brandi were parked. “Here we go,” Frank said. He turned on his lights and put the car into gear. He took off in the direction that Fenzel had taken. In just a few moments, he turned the corner that Fenzel had also turned a very short time previous.

“There he is,” Brandi said. She pointed to the green car, now several blocks ahead as it picked up speed.

Frank nodded, his concentration on following the car ahead. Fenzel turned another corner. Frank flipped a switch and turned the corner after his quarry.

“What switch was that?” Brandi asked.

“I just turned on the fog lights,” Frank replied. “Now if Fenzel looks back, he’ll see what looks like a different car.”

Brandi nodded, impressed. The Jaguar turned again. Frank flipped two more switches and also made the turn.

In answer to Brandi’s questioning look, Frank said, “I turned off the fog lights and changed the headlights from round to square.” They continued this way for several more miles. Finally the two Hardys saw the Jaguar’s brake lights flash.

“He getting ready to stop,” Frank said. The car pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned department store. Frank drove slowly past as they watched to see what Fenzel’s next move would be. They saw the Jaguar drive behind the building.

“It doesn’t look like there’s an outlet back there,” Brandi commented.

“I think you’re right,” Frank agreed. He continued until they were out of sight if the store. He parked the car on the street and turned off the engine. The two siblings climbed out of the car and Frank locked the doors.

“This doesn’t look like the best part of town,” Brandi said in a low voice to Frank.

“What was your first clue?” Frank muttered, “the fact that all of the houses look condemned or that we’re about to be jumped?”

“What?”

Frank motioned to several teenagers approaching them. The teens were trying to look casual, but only succeeded in looking suspicious. The teens were now very close. The Hardys could see the lone street light from down the street glinting off knife blades in the hands of the teens.

“I wouldn’t suggest it, gentlemen,” Frank said loudly as he unslung the M-4 from his back.

For the first time, the teenagers saw how heavily armed their prey was. The Hardys heard several of the teens mutter a hasty “sorry” and then they scampered away.

The Hardy siblings crept across several backyards as they approached the abandoned store. Through a then outcropping of trees, the Hardys could see the back of the store. Brandi elbowed Frank and pointed. Frank looked where she was pointing and saw Dan Fenzel’s Jaguar parked beside a door in the rear of the building. Frank smiled. He motioned for Brandi to stay put. She nodded that she understood.

Frank carefully approached the old store. Seeing a window in the wall, Frank crept in that direction. He slung his assault rifle over his back as he stood on tiptoes to see in the building. Frank was concentrating so hard on being quiet that he failed to see the man exiting the building.

Suddenly Frank felt a gun in the middle of his back. “Step back very slowly,” a voice ordered.

Frank obeyed. “Drop slowly to your knees,” the orders continued. Frank complied. The assault rifle was taken off of his back. His captor frisked him and removed his other weapons also. He was ordered to put his hands behind his back and they were securely handcuffed. As Frank was yanked to his feet, he finally caught a glimpse of his captor. There was nothing remarkable about him. He was an average height with average colored hair. There was nothing average about the Desert Eagle he held in his hand, however.

“So the Desert Eagle seems to be the weapon of choice for Assassins,” Frank commented out loud.

“Shut up,” the man ordered as he shoved Frank towards the open door.

As Frank entered the building, he saw Dan Fenzel standing with crossed arms. All doubts of his guilt were dispelled.

“Ah, Mr. Hardy,” Fenzel said, “welcome. We were expecting you.”

Frank maintained a stony silence.

“Did you honestly think that we would not have security cameras watching for intruders?” Fenzel sneered. “We’ve been watching you for several minutes. But please, Mr. Hardy, tell me how you found us? I must know.”

“I’m surprised you don’t,” Frank shot back. “After all, I followed you here.”

Fenzel’s smirk disappeared. “Throw him in with his brother!” he yelled.

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