Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the Hardy Detective Agency - Presenting "South American Search & Rescue" by CQB

Frank Hardy was reading the headlines of the morning newspaper and sipping a cup of coffee with cream, no sugar, when his younger brother came into the kitchen of their century old, two-story home.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," Frank smiled, looking up at Joe. His brother’s blond hair was tosseled, his white t-shirt was inside out and he was wearing Frank’s old, gray sweatpants. Joe scowled in reply to Frank’s cheerful greeting and shuffled his sock-clad feet to the coffee maker, pouring himself a cup. After adding a generous portion of cream and sugar, Joe plopped his 6’ muscular body into the chair beside Frank.

"Would you like the sports section," Frank asked with a grin, "or perhaps the comics would put you in a better mood?"

"You’re certainly in good humor this morning," Joe sarcastically replied, "Did you take a happy pill this morning or what?"

Frank chuckled. Joe was usually a pretty happy guy, just not first thing in the morning. Frank enjoyed taking advantage of the moment by teasing his younger brother.

"What time did you finally get to bed last night?" Frank asked, reaching over to pat Joe on the shoulder.

"Bed?" Joe asked, "What bed? I finally fell asleep sometime after three with visions of pyramids, Pharaohs and Egyptian gods filling my brain. I fell asleep at my desk."

"Oh," Frank laughed, "that explains the imprint of your computer keyboard on your forehead!" Joe stuck his tongue out at Frank, but then shook his head laughing.

Fenton Hardy, the boy’s world-famous private detective father, came into the kitchen to investigate the gales of laughter that had reached his office. He gazed curiously at his younger son’s appearance.

"I don’t want to know, do I?" Mr. Hardy asked Joe, and both boys bust out laughing again. Then Joe pushed his chair back to head up stairs and get ready for school.

"Wait, Joe," his father called, stopping Joe in his tracks, "I need to fill you both in on the case I’m starting to work this week."

"What kind of case, Dad?" asked Frank. Interest in helping to solve a new mystery brought extra sparkle to Frank’s warm, brown eyes. Joe, too, sat next to Frank enthusiastically, waiting expectantly for Fenton Hardy to fill them in on the particulars of his current investigation.

"Wow!" exclaimed Joe after listening carefully, "then you’ll have to go undercover in Peru!"

"Yes," Mr. Hardy replied, smiling at Joe’s exuberance, "Jack is flying down with me, and Sam will be joining me early next week if things aren’t wrapped up by then." The boys knew both of the men their dad was referring to: Jack Wayne was a young pilot who regularly flew Mr. Hardy or the boys during their investigations. He was a trusted friend of the Hardy’s. Sam Radley was a fellow detective who had worked with Mr. Hardy in New York when both men were police officers. He often worked with Fenton and was like an uncle to the boys.

"I need you both to keep close to the house and work as back up for me," Mr. Hardy continued, "I don’t expect any trouble, but I won’t be able to rely on the local law enforcement or the U. S. Embassy for assistance, without blowing my cover."

Frank and Joe exchanged a puzzled look. They were used to working as back up for their dad, but they both realized that this case was different. How could they provide back up if they weren’t even going to be in the same country? Frank voiced their concern.

"I probably won’t need your help," Fenton smiled as he replied, "But have your usual emergency bag packed and make sure your passports are up-to-date." Mr. Hardy continued, "I’ll contact you every 24 hours, at 5 p.m. your time here. Give me a two-hour leeway. If you don’t hear from me, Jack or Sam, contact Conner Bailey. He’s already been briefed and will bring you both to Peru." Conner Bailey was Jack’s best friend and a pilot, also.

"Where should we start if we have to come down?" asked the ever- logical Frank Hardy.

"Check into the Hotel del Cart’e," Fenton answered, "That’s where Jack, Sam and I are staying. I’ll leave a copy of any vital information and my personal notes in the usual hiding place." The boys knew their father always took a special shaving kit with him on undercover jobs. It had a secret compartment where vital evidence or notes could be stashed undetected.

"Don’t worry boys," Mr. Hardy said, coming up behind his sons and placing a hand on each of their shoulders. "Just stay out of trouble, watch over your mother and wait for my calls."

"You can count on us, Dad!" Joe stated enthusiastically.

"I know," Mr. Hardy acknowledged with a wink.

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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The authors 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.