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

"What in the world?" Conner Bailey stood just inside the door he had, moments before, busted through. Sam Radley, who had just burst through the front doors at the same time, began laughing.

In the center aisle of the church sat two, young militia soldiers, their hands securely tied behind their backs and the laces of their own boots cinching their ankles together. Each man had part of a blue bandana fastened about his mouth. Both had been stripped down to their shorts and t-shirts. On the church pew, M-16 in hand, sat a smiling Frank Hardy.

"How’d you do this?" asked Conner, still stunned by the sight. He was shocked that an 18-year-old kid could handle two militia soldiers by himself.

"Piece of cake," Frank replied, "They weren’t expecting anyone to be in here. My guess is that they’re on a routine patrol of the village and snuck in here for a quick smoke. I caught them by surprise and...well, you see the results."

"I’m impressed, kid," Conner smiled at the youth. "Maybe I’ve been underestimating you and Joe...oh, Frank...I’m sorry."

"Don’t be," Frank said, shaking his head and receiving questioning looks from both Conner and Sam. "When I woke up, I remembered what my mind’s eye saw a little more clearly. I don’t think it was Joe that was shot. He must have been there for the image to have been so clear. I think maybe I was seeing what Joe was seeing."

"Frank," Sam came up to the boy, "Does it feel like Joe’s okay?"

Frank looked at Sam. "I don’t know. I don’t feel like he’s hurt or anything. I think my emotions were working overtime last night."

"We’d better find a secure place to store these two." Conner suggested, and then added, "By the way Frank, where are their clothes?"

"I thought we might need them," smiled the dark-haired young man, holding up two sets of camo-fatigues.

* * *

"What do you mean, there’s nothing you can do!" Laura Hardy asked, speaking into the mouthpiece of the telephone. "You’re the United States government! My husband has done many cases for you people! Now he’s in trouble and you can’t do anything!"

Gertrude Hardy could see her sister-in-law begin to shake uncontrollably. ‘This is exactly why Fenton keeps Laura and me in the dark about his cases. He knows we will worry ourselves to death.’ She looked up suddenly, hearing the phone slammed down.

"They won’t do anything! Senator Hladley said that was why he hired Fenton in the first place," Laura explained, as she sat down in the kitchen across the table from Gertrude, "The government has no jurisdiction over internal militia groups within a foreign country."

"Laura," Gertrude Hardy softly said, "We have to have faith in Fenton and the boys. They have Sam and Jack with them, too, maybe even more help than that." Laura wanted to believe they were alright. She smiled at her sister-in-law.

"You’re right," Laura responded, "I’m not doing them any good falling apart like this, am I? We’ll wait to hear from them." Just, please God, let it be soon!

* * *

Joe Hardy spent the morning learning how to shoot, load and clean an M-16. Although he really was already familiar with the weapon, he dutifully followed the instructions of 22-year-old Lt. Omar Issaquah. Lt. Issaquah had been with the militia since it’s start six years ago. He had long ago given up hope of escape, now concentrating on one day being second in command to General Santiago.

"You are good student Prvt. Daniels," Omar encouraged Joe, "You have good aim. The general will be pleased with your progress."

"Thank you, Sir," Joe responded humbly, "I only want to please General Santiago."

Santiago was watching Joe Hardy from the window of his room. He smiled as he saw how careful the boy was in following the directions of Lt. Issaquah. He summoned his first officer.

"Lt. Damien Azareel," the militia leader began, "Who is scheduled for night patrol within the compound?"

"Prvt. Jason Hladley and Prvt. Raphael Batissta," replied the man.

"Is the new recruit, Prvt. Daniels, bunking with Hladley?" asked the general, gently stroking his bearded chin. Lt. Azareel confirmed that he was bunking with Hladley. "Prvt. Hladley has been most co-operative since coming here, am I correct?"

"Yes, Sir," the lieutenant agreed, wondering where all of this was leading.

"Very good," Santiago smiled. "I want Prvt. Daniels to patrol with Prvt. Hladley this evening. I want you to watch them closely. If they prove to do a good job, I will reward them both by allowing them to participate in the execution in the morning."

"It is highly unusual to place a new recruit on a patrol..." Lt. Azareel responded.

"Are you questioning my orders?" Santiago asked, gazing intently at the lieutenant.

"No, Sir," the man replied, "I will do as you wish."

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