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

Frank Hardy crouched his 6’ 1" frame silently in the thick, green foliage. His golden, brown eyes strained to see any movement in the darkness. It was only 6 p.m. according to his watch, but the tropical forest floor was already clothed in deep shadows. Sweat poured down the 18-year-old’s back as he paused to nervously wipe his brow with the sleeve of his khaki tan shirt. Frank began to move again, keeping low and staying in the cover of the shadows. ‘Where are you, Joe?’ Frank asked himself as he moved forward.

About 500 yards north of Frank’s position, two young men in black and green camouflaged fatigues were also on the move through the dense greenery. Both were armed with powerful machine guns, which they were well trained in using. They were relentlessly searching for any more survivors of the plane wreckage discovered by routine patrols the day before.

Joe Hardy couldn’t believe he had somehow lost track of his brother in the Bolivian jungle. The 17-year-old listened intently to the sounds of the jungle all around him, trying to pick out something that didn’t belong. He moved silently along the low shadows, his olive green shirt clinging to him. ‘I’ve got to find you, Frank!’ he thought, moving through the darkness.

Joe caught a glimpse of movement to his left, behind a row of low trees. ‘Was that Frank’s tan shirt and dark hair?’ Joe wondered. He dropped to the ground and crawled closer to the trees. Joe decided to take a chance and pursed his lips to blow a familiar bird whistle.

Frank froze at the unnatural sounding whistle, his heart hammering in his ears. As he dropped flat to the ground, he picked up a slight movement off to his right, low in the shadows. He squinted, peering into the darkness and recognized a pair of sapphire blue eyes. Frank smiled to himself and returned Joe’s whistle.

"Hey Big Brother!" Joe whispered as he knelt beside Frank, running a hand through his thick, blond hair.

"Did you see them?" Frank asked, placing a hand on Joe’s shoulder.

"No," replied his younger brother, "But I think I heard them moving north of us."

The Hardy boys began to move again, as quietly as humanly possible. Suddenly, they heard a loud click that definitely didn’t belong in the jungle. They turned instinctively and in unison toward the sound. They found themselves looking into the barrels of two powerful machine guns, aimed right at them.

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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.