Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

“We need to take a united front against these so-called scientists and all their gadgets,” Stan Lomayaktewa stated from the front of a small adobe walled room. “We know their real motive is to turn Mesa Verde into some government experiment.”

“I’ve seen them sticking their stinkin’ probes into the sides of Soda Canyon with my own eyes,” called a man from the back of the room. The 30 or so people seated in the room turned to face the speaker. His strong features and dark coloring suggested that he was Hopi. “My people lived in these canyons for hundreds of years before the white-men drove us to reservations,” David Kelhoyouma continued, “Now these same intruders will destroy all that the Great Spirit has bestowed to us.”

“Agreed,” Lomayaktewa said, nodding his head. “We will meet at the north entrance and march as a unified group to the offices at Morefield Village. That’s where the actual protest will be. I hope to see all of you there at eight tomorrow morning. This meeting is adjourned.”

* * *

Early the next morning, Biff Hooper opened his eyes and smiled as the smell of frying bacon wafted into his tent. He glanced at the cocoon on the ground next to him and reached out to shake his friend awake.

Joe’s blond head popped out of one end of the sleeping bag and sniffed the air. “Who started breakfast?”

“Probably Chet,” Biff said, pulling on his jeans and a dark blue Bayport High sweatshirt, “but if we don’t hustle, there might not be anything left for us to eat!”

Joe didn’t need any further prompting. He quickly followed Biff’s example and got dressed. Soon both boys were sitting by a warm fire, sharing scrambled eggs and bacon with their friends.

“We need to hurry if we’re going to meet Chris and Catherine,” Frank stated as they finished their breakfast and began cleaning up the campsite.

“Chris said that Catherine is going to give us a private tour of Balcony House,” added Joe enthusiastically.

“Balcony House? What’s that?” asked Luke, running a hand through his short, brown hair.

“It’s a cliff-side pueblo built by the Hopi Indians hundreds of years ago,” Joe explained. “Catherine and her partner give tours from 9 in the morning ‘til dark.”

“Which is why we need to hurry,” Frank said, smothering the embers of their campfire. “We’re supposed to meet them at the entrance of Balcony House at eight.”

* * *

“No one was supposed to die. That wasn’t part of the plan,” the man spoke solemnly, rubbing his bare chin.

“No one was supposed to be there, either,” replied a second man, many years younger than the first. “They’re supposed to be done with tours. Campton shouldn’t have been there. I had no other choice.”

“We need to move with caution, my friend,” the older man said carefully. “One mistake could ruin everything we’ve worked for thus far.”

* * *

“Hey guys,” Chris Bayer shouted as the Hardys and their friends made their way along the path that led to the entrance of Balcony House.

“Hi, Chris!” greeted the group in unison.

“Catherine is on her way,” Chris explained, then smiled as he saw the raven-haired woman that would soon be his wife walking toward the group.

“Gentlemen, I’d like you all to meet Catherine Laeche,” Chris grinned as he put an arm around Catherine’s shoulder. Chris quickly introduced his fiancé to the group.

“It’s wonderful to meet all of you. Frank, Joe, I feel as though I already know you both. Chris has told me so much about you and your family,” Catherine smiled warmly.

“Are you gentlemen ready to explore Balcony House?” Catherine asked, unlocking the gate that kept the path to the cliff dwellers homes blocked during off hours.

Before the guys could respond, a crackling voice sounded on Chris’s two-way radio. “Figures,” Chris murmured, and then stepped away to speak to the unseen caller.

Catherine pushed the gate open and secured it from closing behind them. She let the teenagers pass through, but didn’t proceed with the tour. Instead, she kept her eyes glued on Chris.

“Sorry, but I’ve got to go,” Chris sadly announced, returning to the group. He faced Catherine. “Protesters are marching into Morefield Village. Bull says I need to be there.”

“Bull can’t do anything without you,” Catherine mildly protested.

Chris grinned and turned to Frank and Joe. “Sorry guys, but I leave you in good hands. Cath will take great care of you.

“We’ll get together later,” Chris shouted as he jogged toward his jeep.

“What was that all about?” Frank questioned, watching the olive jeep disappear down the road.

“I know what you guys do,” Catherine answered, “but not here. These protestors are not a serious problem. They’re just a bunch of pig-headed people who won’t listen.

“They have been giving our geology department a hard time,” she continued. “They’ve done some demonstrations and sit-ins; some equipment is missing, too.”

“Stolen?” Frank inquired.

“Probably, but just stay out of your detective mode,” Catherine concluded with a smile.

“Who is ‘Bull’?” Joe asked as the group began walking up the trail.

“William Byron. He’s head of the geology department,” she answered. “He’s a tough, big guy, but as long as you do as you’re told and stay out of trouble, he’s your best friend.

“Let’s pick up the speed,” Catherine encouraged. “I need to be back at the gate before my partner shows up at nine.”

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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The Hardy Boys Fan Fiction authors of the Hardy Detective Agency have just borrowed them for an adventure or two. The authors promise to put the boys back when they are done with them. The authors do claim copyright to the original characters in this story. Please do not borrow original characters without express permission of the authors.