Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the HDA - Brain Child

Several of the Assassins grabbed Frank and propelled him down a long hallway. Frank glanced into several of the open doors that he was hurried past and was surprised by what he saw. Although on the outside, the building was rundown, the inside had the appearance of a modern office building. One of the Assassins unlocked a heavy door. The men still holding Frank shoved him and he stumbled into the room. The door was slammed and locked behind him.

Frank stood for a moment while his eyes adjusted to the dark. He saw a dark shape against the opposite wall.

“They got you too, huh?” the shape said and Frank recognized Joe’s voice.

“Yeah,” Frank replied as he sat beside his brother. “I wasn’t watching my back. You?”

“I disabled the alarm system at Fenzel’s house,” Joe told him, “but I didn’t know that he also had a camera setup.”

“Ah,” Frank said, “I see.”

“Any chance of us breaking out of here?” Frank asked his brother.

“Not really,” Joe said. “I already looked around. The walls and floors are solid concrete with no windows, of course.”

“Of course.”

“The only entrance,” Joe continued, “is the door that we came through.”

“And that is made of six inch steel,” Frank finished for him.

“That’s about it,” Joe agreed. “What about Brandi?”

“I don’t know,” Frank replied. “She was hiding in the trees back of the building. I don’t know why she didn’t warn me over the radio.”

“Do you think they got her too?” Joe inquired.

“I don’t think so,” Frank said wryly. “I’m pretty sure I would have heard about it from Fenzel if they had.”

“Good point,” Joe agreed. “Maybe she went for help,” he added hopefully.

“Let’s hope so,” Frank agreed.

The two brothers sat in silence for several minutes. “What do you think they plan on doing with us?” Joe asked, breaking the silence.

“Probably kill us and toss us in the Atlantic Ocean,” Frank replied easily.

“Most likely,” Joe said.

Frank was about to speak again when the heavy steel door began to open. The brothers threw their hands up to shield their eyes from the sudden light streaming in. In the open door they saw Fenzel. Behind him they saw several Assassins with Brandi between them. Fenzel’s face showed a smile of self satisfaction.

“Oh,” Frank said nonchalantly, “there’s Brandi.”

Fenzel’s smile changed to a look of puzzlement. “You don’t act surprised,” he snapped.

“Why should we be?” Frank replied. “You caught us. Also, I figured that as many cameras as you had around here, you probably had a few bugs in here too.”

“You’re too smart for your own good,” Fenzel sneered. He motioned to his henchmen and they shoved Brandi into the room. “Enjoy your last few hours together,” the ex-police chief said. He gave an evil laugh as the two Assassins with him closed the heavy door.

As soon as the door was shut, Brandi’s brave façade crumbled. “We’re all going to die!” she wailed. She slumped dejectedly down beside her two brothers.

“I would be completely sure about that,” Frank replied mysteriously.

“Why not,” she demanded. “We’re locked in a concrete box with no way too escape, no guns, and no help!”

“I’m just saying that things aren’t always as bad as they seem,” Frank told her. Then he suddenly said, “Quick! Be quiet!” He listened for a moment and then said, “Wait for it.”

“Wha…?” Brandi started.

“Wait for it,” Frank interrupted, the satisfaction in his voice evident. Another moment and then Frank urgently ordered, “Duck! Now!”

A moment later, the small room was rocked by a tremendous explosion!

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