Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Fenton had placed a few well-placed calls and fortunately, his former ties in New York City ran deep. Later that night, Joe, Frank, Fenton and four FBI agents were waiting outside the basement in the abandoned train station. They had been watching the place for over an hour and were rewarded when they saw two Russian-looking men head down the stairs. Carefully, they followed the assumed Assassins to the basement. It took every ounce of control to keep their distance and hold their cover. Frank and Joe both wanted nothing more than to storm ahead and find their sons.

Now deep in the bowels of the old station in a room that appeared to be an old storage area, the Hardys listened carefully to the conversation on the other side of the wall.

A voice spoke with anger so intense that it sent shivers up Joe’s spine. “Our position has been compromised. We have received word that our enemies are in the city and may even be heading for this location. We need to move out of here quickly. Get it over with! Kill those two boys and let’s get moving!”

Then another voice piped up that made all three Hardy men sigh with relief and tremble with fear at the same time.

“Hey murderer, thanks for letting us know that our dads are alive!”

‘Liam!’ Joe thought to himself, ‘Don’t taunt them!!’ Joe couldn’t help feeling a little pride at the bravery of his boy though.

The angry voice was back. “That’s it! Get a guard outside this station immediately, and stand back, I am going to silence that smart mouth once and for all!”

At that, the seven men standing in wait outside of the door nodded to each other and burst in immediately.

The four agents instructed the Hardy men to stay behind them as they entered and they did their level best to make sure the Hardys complied. When Joe saw Alexander Rousassa holding a gun on Liam he could not keep himself in the wings any longer. His voice was deadly, “Get away from my son!”

“Dad!” Liam screamed. “They told us you were dead!”

“Drop your guns, gentlemen, or this boy dies. Shall I kill him, Joseph, like we killed your precious Iola Morton?”

“You son of a…”

“Joe! Back down!” Frank was frantic as he knew it was Rousassa’s desire to pull the trigger on his nephew no matter what the others did.

The lead FBI agent spoke. “We have you outgunned and outnumbered. Drop your weapons and step away from that boy. You will not make it out of this room alive otherwise.”

“Do you think I care? I care nothing for making it out of this room so that I can rot in one of your stinking American prisons! I only care to avenge the death of my brother.” With that, he pulled the trigger.

Mayhem ensued. Shots rang out, screams filled the air and bodies dropped. When it was all over, four Assassins lay dead on the dirty cement floor and Joe Hardy lay sprawled over his firstborn son.

Joe knew Rousassa was going to shoot Liam, he felt it in his gut even before the man finished his sentence. He launched himself for all he was worth across the room and took Liam down in a flying tackle. Unfortunately, he also took a bullet.

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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The Hardy Boys Fan Fiction authors of the Hardy Detective Agency 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.