Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the HDA - Brain Child

The gathered group caught their breaths and a split second later the voice announced, “Match confirmed. DNA Sample ‘Brandi’ is a match to DNA Samples ‘Fenton’ and ‘Laura’.”

At this pronouncement everyone gathered in the room gasped and looked at each other in stunned silence. Frank was the first to gather his wits. He smiled and said to Brandi, “Welcome to the family, Sis,” as he gave her a hug.

“Oh my,” was all Laura Hardy could manage through her tears as she hugged her long-lost daughter. Fenton Hardy hugged both of them together. The others in the room could see that even the usually calm and collected investigator had tears streaming down his face.

“Wow,” Chet said. “This is huge.”

“That’s an understatement, Buddy,” Joe said. He too gave his new-found sister a hug.

“Gertrude has to hear about this,” Fenton Hardy said as he reached for his phone. “She was as devastated as the rest of us when Brandi disappeared.” Gertrude Hardy was Fenton Hardy’s older sister who lived with the Hardy’s in their Bayport home. Although on the outside she seemed a bit tough, on the inside she was secretly a very gentle person.

As Fenton talked to his sister, Joe turned to Frank, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Big Brother?” he asked him quietly.

“What are you thinking?” Frank countered.

“I’m thinking that we can’t just leave it at this. We need to find out what’s been happening all these years.”

“I agree,” Frank told him. “We need to find out who did this and bring them to justice for what they’ve done to us.”

“Don’t forget those bogus FBI agents,” Joe said. “We need to get rid of them so we don’t have to be looking over our shoulders all the time.”

“That’s true,” Frank agreed.

Chet leaned over to where the brothers were talking in low voices. “Count me in, guys,” he said. “I’d like to get my hands on whoever did this to you guys.” The once chubby teenager had lost weight and bulked up after he had come to college and was now had the body of a weight lifter.

Frank nodded, “You’re on.”

Phil also leaned over, “Me too,” he put in. “What those people did is just sick.”

“Thanks, guys,” Frank said. He thought about how lucky he was to have such good friends as these.

“Don’t think your whispering is keeping me from knowing what you guys are talking about,” Fenton Hardy suddenly said as he ended the call with his sister. “You want to know what has been going on for the last twenty-three years and, frankly, so do I. I can’t just blow off the case I’m on right now, but I will give you all the help I can. And I’m going to start with calling those contacts in the CIA.” With that, Fenton Hardy dialed a number with his cell phone and talked to the person for several minutes. He scribbled something on a scrap of paper and then hung up the phone. “Here,” he said, handing the scrap to Frank. “This is the secure e-mail address of Agent Dickson. E-mail the print to him and he’ll tell us who it belongs to.”

“Done,” Frank agreed; already on his way to the office.

The Hardy family and their gathered friends waited impatiently for the phone to ring with the identity of the mysterious “Agent Smith.” Ten minutes passed. Twenty minutes passed. Twenty-five minutes after Frank has e-mailed the prints, Fenton Hardy’s cell phone rang. He answered on the first ring. After greeting Agent Dickson, he listened for several minutes and then hung up the phone. As the gathered group watched him eagerly, he scribbled some notes on a scrap of paper. “The man’s name is Edward Sexton. He is a former CIA covert operative. While on assignment in Europe about ten years ago, he went rogue. Sexton killed his partner and disappeared. He has turned up many times throughout the last decade, usually in connection with terrorist activities. Agent Dickson warned me to be very careful if we are dealing with this man.”

“So where do we start?” Chet wanted to know.

“I suggest that you start by finding out everything that Brandi knows,” Mr. Hardy suggested. “I would help you, but I need to be back in Bayport for an important meeting.”

The group gathered in the Hardy brothers’ apartment said their goodbyes to Fenton and Laura as they prepared to leave. When they were ready to leave, Frank and Joe made sure the hallway was clear before they let them out of the apartment.

Once Mr. and Mrs. Hardy were gone, Frank and Joe returned to the living room where their friends and their sister were waiting impatiently. “Ok,” Frank said. “Let’s get started.” He grabbed a notebook and a pen and opened the notebook to a blank page. “First question: What was your fake grandfather’s name?”

“George Matson,” Brandi answered.

“Where was his house?”

“Los Angeles, California.”

“What college did you go to and what was your major?”

“How is that relevant?”

“It may not be, but I want to know and it may have some relevance.” Frank grinned at her.

“Okay,” Brandi answered. “I went to University of California-Los Angeles and I majored in Law Enforcement with a minor in Physics.

Phil raised his eyebrows. “What made you choose that combination?” he wanted to know.

“I didn’t choose,” Brandi answered. “My ‘grandfather’ told me what to study.”

“Am I the only one to who this doesn’t make sense?” Chet asked. “If she was kidnapped, why do the kidnappers want her to study law enforcement? And where do the Physics come in?”

“I’m with Chet,” Joe agreed.

“I have a crazy brainstorm,” Frank said. “I may be totally off base, but it would kind of fit.”

“Go for it,” Brandi encouraged.

“Well, whoever kidnapped Brandi is obviously a very powerful criminal organization, right?” When the others nodded in agreement, Frank continued. “Well, what would be better than an inside man, or woman in this case. What if they were training Brandi to be a crooked cop or federal agent?”

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