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hardy boys fan fiction EVERYTHING YOU NEED hardy boys nancy drew fan fiction by Kellie Moonlight Chapter 21 hardy boys fan fiction |
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Chapter
21- Family Ties Frank
sat in silence after trying and failing for the past half-hour to make
conversation with his unnaturally silent brother. When
Joe’s voice finally did break through, Frank jumped at the sound of it.
“Who do you think that guy actually was, Frank?”
“Which
Assassin, specifically, you mean?” “Well,
yeah, I guess. Didn’t he
sound different to you?” “You
mean his accent? Yeah, it was
definitely different than the others.
I guess I didn’t give it a lot of thought.” “What
if we have the wrong guys here? What
if it isn’t the Assassins after all?” Fenton
piped in at this point. “What are you getting at, son?
Do you have other suspicions?”
Frank
panicked at this point, feeling like they were so close to a solid lead
only to lose it, “But the train station!
I KNOW it was the same one, I know it!!”
Frank’s voice betrayed him though and he really didn’t sound
all that certain after all. “No,
Frank, Dad. I still think we
are on target with the station, I trust you on that, Frank.
I just, that accent, it sounded almost…Russian!
Who ever heard of a Russian Assassin??!!
Oh, I don’t know anymore!”
Joe slammed fist against the side of the car door. “How
could I have missed that!! I
was so distracted by the sounds in the background!
Dad!” Frank smacked
the steering wheel with his palm. “I
know son, I know. I am right
there with you! I think I had
better make a few quick calls before you two wreck what’s left of my
car!” “Sorry,
Dad,” Frank mumbled, his face reddening a bit.
Joe’s
mind was whirling at 100 miles an hour though, “What??!
Dad is ‘right there with you’ where, Frank?!
What are you guys talking about?” “Easy,
Joe, just let me make a few calls and we’ll explain everything to
you.” Joe
sat and stared out the window of the passenger seat stiff with tension.
He did his best to try and piece together information from the one
side of the conversation that he was able to hear while his father was on
the phone. Frank chanced a
glance at his brother and reached over to squeeze his shoulder.
Joe was too distracted to even notice though. Finally,
Fenton concluded his calls and turned his attention back to the two men
in the front seat of his car. “Well
Joe, that accent was an astute observation of yours.
Frank, it is just what we thought, and more.”
Both men gave Fenton their full attention as he continued.
“Joe, there is a little-known branch of the Assassins that is
indeed made up of Russians. Their
agenda is the same as all Assassins and they are just as ruthless.
Actually, we are finding pockets of Assassin activity in more and
more parts of the world, unfortunately.” Fenton
paused a moment and Frank prompted him.
“You said there was more, Dad?” “You
are never going to believe this, but Al
Rousassa had a brother. A Russian
brother.” “What??!
How?” Joe was the
first to find his voice. “Well,
it turns out that Alexander Rousassa is the half-brother of Al Rousassa.
They share the same father, but his mother was a Russian woman
their father had an affair with. Alexander
is ten years younger than his brother and was raised by his mother in
Russia. Apparently he favors
his mother’s side aesthetically and is in all sense of the word,
Russian. The brothers found
each other as adults and Alexander has worked with a small Russian
faction of the Assassins for the past twenty years now.” Frank
gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.
His mouth opened and closed a few times, but no words came out. “So
it IS me he was after for revenge!”
Joe spit out angrily “I
am the one who killed his brother! Why
kidnap Sam?!” While
the thought did guiltily play itself across Frank’s mind, he dismissed
it immediately and turned to the more important job of reaching out to
his brother right then. “Joe,”
he began softly, “we have been all over this, Kiddo.
First of all, you did NOT, I repeat, DID NOT kill Al
Rousassa! I was there,
remember? I saw it.
I saw everything, Joe!” Frank continued with a shudder. “As
to why he kidnapped Sam as well as Liam, I’m not sure.
Maybe it was a mistake. Sam
looks an awful lot like you, Joe.”
Frank couldn’t help the little grin he threw at his brother as
he said this. Joe was too
busy beating himself up to appreciate it though. “It’s
an awfully big mistake for a trained professional, wouldn’t you
say?!” “He’s
still human, Joe. Humans make
mistakes. Maybe his plan was
to kidnap both boys all along – getting back at both brothers for his
brother’s death. Hell, I
don’t know, Joe! Does the
‘why’ really matter here? We
are going to get them back and we are going to deal mightily with
Alexander Rousassa!” Let the author know what you think of this story
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