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

Joe Hardy looked every bit the professional soldier to anyone witnessing his patrol, but on the inside was a very nervous 17-year-old kid. He and Jason had mapped out a plan after supper that night. It was the best the two of them could come up with. He had felt a great deal of comfort when he saw Frank’s coded message shortly after his patrol began. The problem was, Joe couldn’t pass on much information to Frank without being noticed.

Joe was making his last circuit before moving toward the north entrance. He needed to be at the gate at the right time. He tried to measure his steps with Jason’s on the opposite side of the compound. Joe took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. ‘Hang on Dad;’ the youth thought, ‘we’ll be headed for home soon. I hope.’

* * *

"Mr. Hardy?" Jason Hladley whispered through the slat in the metal door that held Fenton Hardy and Jack Wayne prisoner. "Do you have the key? It’s me, Jason."

Mr. Hardy grabbed the key from its hiding place and moved to the door. Peering out, he recognized Jason’s blue eyes. "I have it Jason. Where’s my son?"

"Joe’s making his rounds and should be back over here in a few minutes. How did you know he was here?" Jason asked, then thought better of it, "It doesn’t matter. Frank and some other guys are right outside the compound, too. Joe and I are going to get them inside in a few minutes. There’s going to be a lot of commotion. Get your door unlocked and be ready to move."

"We’ll be ready," Mr. Hardy confirmed, still wishing he knew more of what was about to happen. He glanced at Jack, who looked as apprehensive as Fenton felt.

* * *

Frank Hardy, Sam Radley and Conner Bailey made their way to the north entrance, but stayed out of sight. They needed to see Joe or Jason before approaching the gate.

Frank’s stomach felt tight as he waited. He felt sweat trickling down his back, along his spine. He wiped his slick hands across his thigh for the hundredth time, allowing him to get a better grip on the weapon he was holding. ‘God, please let us get out of this alive. Please help us find Dad and Jack. Please keep Joe safe!’

Sam Radley nervously wiped the sweat from his brow, and than he pulled his cap down lower to hide his face in the shadow of the brim. He held tight to the M-16 and kept his eyes glued to the gate of the compound’s north entrance. ‘Come on Joe,’ he silently pleaded, ‘Come through for us, kiddo!’

Never had Conner Bailey felt so out-of-control of a situation. He was working with children on a mission that could cost all of them their lives. He shook his head to refocus. ‘Frank has proved he’s not your average American teenager,’ Conner remembered, ‘But Joe’s a lot more emotional. How is he going to get through this operation without falling apart?’

* * *

23 miles away, a small convoy of military trucks was making its way through the dense jungle. Commander La Marron of the French Embassy in Bolivia rode silently, pondering this assignment.

"Rescue Am’ericanas," the genial man barely whispered. He shook his head in disbelief. ‘What in the world were a bunch of Americans doing in a militia camp, anyway?’

* * *

Fenton Hardy reached through the slat in the door with the key in his hand. ‘Why in the world didn’t I let Jason do this?’ Mr. Hardy thought as he stretched his arm up toward the lock. His fingers brushed the base of the lock and Fenton began the tedious process of trying to work the key into the lock’s hole with one hand.

Twice, Fenton thought he was going to drop the key, but managed to keep it from falling. His shoulder and arm ached as he tried stretching just a little bit farther, hoping to grasp the lock with his palm while his fingers held the key. Suddenly, someone outside the door grasped Fenton Hardy’s wrist, causing the key to drop from his hand.

Mr. Hardy gritted his teeth in frustration. ‘I never heard him coming!’ the man thought, knowing he had probably just moved their execution hour up to the present.

* * *

Jason Hladley watched Joe Hardy approaching from the corner of his eye. He knew Joe would be close enough to the gate in a few minutes. He decided it would be better for just one of them to approach the gate while the other moved in a few seconds later as backup.

Conner saw Jason just inside the gate and motioned for Frank and Sam to move out. Conner tailed them, hugging the shadow-shrouded wall of the compound.

Jason followed procedure as he opened the gate to question the approaching soldiers. He pointed his weapon at them, appearing to question them. Jason paused, hoping Joe was moving in behind him. Not hearing anyone, Jason chanced a quick glance in the direction he had last seen his partner. Jason frowned. Joe Hardy was nowhere to be seen.

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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.