Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the HDA - Brain Child

“What just happened here?” Brandi asked, thoroughly perplexed. Then Agent Jacobs’ words hit home. “What do you mean, ‘having them capture Brandi’?” she shrilled as she glared at Frank.

Frank chuckled uneasily. “Well,” he told her, “each Network agent had a ‘panic button’ built into their watch. When I was captured, I managed to push the button. When I did, it activated a tracking device and an alarm at Network headquarters. I knew that they would scramble a strike team immediately. However, I also knew that the tracking device wouldn’t work through this thick concrete, so the Network could probably only pinpoint the building, but not the room we were in.”

“He also knew,” Agent Jacobs continued for him, “that we wouldn’t attack the building until we knew exactly where Frank and Joe were being held.”

“Yeah,” Joe put in, “they didn’t want to hurt us.”

“Actually,” Jacobs corrected him, “we didn’t want to destroy anything important that you could tell us. Anyway, Frank somehow let your location slip to the Assassins so that they could capture you. We tracked your body heat with our infrared scanners when they brought you to this room so that we knew where they were holding you all.”

“’And the rest,’” Joe said, “as they say, ‘is history.’”

“So basically you used me?” Brandi summed up.

“Basically,” Frank agreed. “It’s not like you can complain,” he added hurriedly. “After all, you didn’t warn me when that thug was sneaking up on me.”

“In tried!” Brandi protested, “but the battery on my radio died!”

Frank glared at Joe who grinned sheepishly. “You were supposed to charge them,” he reprimanded.

“I forgot,” Joe replied.

Before Frank could say more, another voice cut into the conversation. “Are you just about done?” Sage Jameson asked as she made her way through the hole where the door had been, “or are you going to swap ‘bad date’ stories?”

“Why, Sage,” Joe replied innocently, “I didn’t think you knew anything about that. I mean it’s not like you’ve ever had a date.” He barely dodged the small piece of concrete that she threw at him. The others in the room chuckled as her face turned scarlet.

“Knock it off,” she scowled. “Anyway,” she changed the subject, “the Gray Man wants to see you.” She strolled quickly out of the room. The rest of the group, still snickering, followed her. She led the way down a maze of halls. Everywhere that they went, Network agents were standing guard, leading prisoners, or searching through the rooms. Eventually, she led the way into an office that they instantly knew belonged to Fenzel.

Sitting behind the immense desk was Arthur Gray. “Congratulations,” he said as they entered. “You have caused the fall of this branch of the Assassins.”

“You mean there are more?” Joe asked.

“According to the files and documents that we have recovered so far, this installation is only a ‘drop in the bucket’ so to speak,” the Gray Man replied.

“Recovered?” Frank asked.

“Yes,” the Gray Man said. “Unfortunately, when we began our attack, the Assassins began destroying their paper and computer files. Fortunately we were able to stop them before they had completed the task.”

His narrative was stopped as another Network agent entered the room. The man walked up to Arthur Gray and whispered something in his ear as he handed him a manila envelope. The Gray Man raised his eyebrows and then nodded. The agent left the room as the Gray Man pulled out the contents of the envelope. He glanced at them and returned them to the envelope.

“One of our agents found this fallen down behind a file drawer,” the Gray Man said slowly. He handed the envelope to Joe.

Joe had a puzzled look on his face as he removed the contents. He took one look at what he had in his hands and he began to shake. His face turned white and he dropped a pile of photographs on the floor. He slumped into a chair, still shaking.

Brandi bent down and retrieved the pictures. She looked through them and turned to Frank with a puzzled look. “What are these?” she asked.

Frank took the pictures and looked through them. They were pictures of a girl by herself, the girl walking with Joe, the girl hugging Joe, and the same beautiful, dark haired girl kissing Joe. “They look like,” Frank’s tone was very serious, “surveillance photos. This girl is Joe’s girlfriend, Iola Morton.”

“Look at the dates at the bottom,” Joe’s voice was also shaking.

Frank did so and his face became a shade paler as he said, “These pictures were taken throughout the week before Iola was killed, almost three years ago.”

Brandi looked at the date that Frank indicated. She looked again. “But that’s impossible,” she said.

“No,” Joe said. “It’s obvious that the car bomb was meant for her.” He slammed his fist on the desk. “The Assassin purposefully killed her.” The others could see the rage in his eyes.

“That’s impossible,” Brandi repeated. As all eyes turned to her she continued, “I saw this girl nearly a year after this date!”

THE END

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