Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the HDA - Brain Child

Brandi screamed again as the bullets sped towards them. Her screams stopped as she realized the bullets were ricocheting harmlessly off of the windows. She looked at Frank questioningly. Frank only grinned. He looked towards the attackers’ car and grinned again as he saw the look of disbelief on Edward Sexton’s face. Sexton quickly regained his composure though and changed his mode of attack. Instead of aiming for the car’s occupants he aimed for the car’s tires. This new plan did not work, however, the car carrying the Hardys continued straight on its path. Seeing this, the car holding Edward Sexton and the phony “Agent Anderson” sped away down the street.

“Ok,” Brandi said as she gathered her wits, “spill it.”

Frank continued grinning as he said, “The vast amount of modifications on this car include armor plating, bulletproof glass, and run-flat tires. Now if you don’t mind, let’s give these guys something to remember us by.” He pushed down on the accelerator and the powerful car leapt forward. In moments the gap between the cars had been closed. Frank flipped one of the many switches on the dash of the car and a sturdy push bumper snapped into place on the front of the bright yellow sports car. “Hang on!” he yelled as he pushed down on the accelerator further. The Hardys’ car smashed into the back of the fleeing sedan. Frank flipped another switch and began to slow down.

“What was that one?” Brandi wanted to know.

“That switch turned the push bumper into a powerful magnet,” Frank explained. “If we have a good connection, we should be able to stop their car completely. I’d like to have a chat with these guys.” By this time the cars had slowed to a crawl. They were about to come to a complete stop when then criminals in the black car suddenly accelerated quickly and broke free of the magnetized bumper. Frank was preparing to give chase when he saw flashing lights in his rearview mirror. Frank sighed and pulled over to the side of the road. The police car pulled over behind the yellow car and Frank saw the police officer exit the car. He hid behind his door and pointed his gun at the sports car.

“Please exit the car with your hands visible!” the officer shouted over his loudspeaker.

“This is not good,” Frank muttered to Brandi as they both obeyed the officer’s order.

“Place your hands on the top of the car and do not move,” the officer ordered.

Once Frank and Brandi had complied, the police officer approached them. He quickly frisked Frank and removed the gun from his shoulder holster. Then he handcuffed Frank and started to read him his Miranda rights.

“Really, Officer, I can explain,” Frank protested. “Those guys were shooting at us! Call the chief; he’ll vouch for me. What are you arresting me for, anyway?”

“For starters, reckless driving, exceeding the speed limit by more than forty miles per hour, illegal modifications on your car, and I’m sure I’ll come up with a few more things, especially if it turns out that you don’t have a license to carry this gun.”

“I do have a permit,” Frank told him as he tried to hold his temper in check. He could tell the cop was a rookie trying to impress his superiors. “My father is Fenton Hardy,” Frank tried again, “and we’re good friends with the police chief.”

“I’ve never heard of Fenton Hardy,” the rookie sneered, “and it doesn’t matter who you’re friends with. As for all this nonsense about people shooting at you, I can tell you are lying by looking at your car. It doesn’t have a scratch on it.”

Frank was beginning to get exasperated. “That’s because it’s bulletproof,” he explained.

“Tell it to the judge,” the cop said as he led Frank to his squad car and shoved him into the back seat. After Frank was secured in the back of the car, the police officer returned to where Brandi was leaning on the car. “Unfortunately, I don’t have anything on you,” he said. “You’re free to go.” He returned to his car and sped away down the street.

*****

Joe and Chet were having no luck as they searched the hotels that they were assigned. “I hope Frank and Brandi are doing better than we are,” he told Chet.

“They’d better be,” Chet said. “Let’s head back, I’m hungry.”

Joe shook his head and grinned. Some things never change. At that moment Joe’s cell phone began to ring. He answered it and was surprised to hear Brandi on the other end. She quickly explained what had happened to Frank. When Joe heard this, he immediately started calling the officer names under his breath. “What an idiot,” he growled, his short temper almost gone. “I’ll make a few calls,” Joe told her. “Meanwhile, you stay in the car and keep the doors locked. You should be safe there.” He hung up the phone and immediately began dialing.

*****

The rookie police officer, whose nametag identified him as Officer Jackson, led Frank into the police station and up to the desk to begin the booking process. As the desk sergeant saw Frank he said, “Hi, Frank, how’s it going? How’s the family?”

“I’ve been better, Jake,” Frank replied, “but as far as I know, the rest of the family is doing pretty well.”

The rookie was slightly taken aback at this exchange. “You know this hooligan?” he asked the desk sergeant.

“Of course I do,” Jake replied. “Everybody around here knows the Hardys.”

At precisely that moment the door slammed open and an imposing figure stalked into the station. “What’s going on here?” Chief Williams roared at the already reddening rookie. “What kind of idiot are you?”

“He was speeding,” the rookie protested.

“Did it ever occur to you that he had a reason to be speeding?”

“Well, he said that someone was shooting at them, but the car was undamaged…”

“That’s because it’s bulletproof!” the chief answered sarcastically, “and if Frank Hardy says someone was shooting at him, it’s because they were.”

“And all the illegal modifications…”

“I myself granted the permits for those modifications,” the chief was steaming by this point.

“I’m sorry, sir,” he gulped.

“You’re free to go, Frank,” the chief told him. “Do you need a ride anywhere?”

“I could use a ride back to where I left my car,” Frank told him.

“Well, Officer Jackson here will be more than happy to give you a ride back there. Won’t you, Jackson?”

“Yes, sir,” the shamefaced rookie replied.

Frank led the way out of the station and out to Officer Jackson’s squad car. The trip back to the street where the officer had arrested Frank was a quiet one indeed. Frank was still a little angry at the rookie, although his anger has subsided considerably. The rookie was too embarrassed to say anything to the person who was the cause of his embarrassment.

When the officer pulled in behind the Hardys’ car, Frank wasted no time in getting out of the police car. He leaned his head in through the open door that he had just exited through and sarcastically said, “Thanks for the ride.”

As he walked up to the car, Brandi saw him, hopped out of the car, and ran to meet him. She hugged him tightly and said, “I was so worried!”

“I was for a little bit,” Frank admitted. “Now I’m just beat. Let’s go home.” They climbed into the car and Frank started driving towards the Hardy apartment.

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