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HOLE IN THE WORLD
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by
Medieval Liz
Chapter 15
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
Thursday, April 04, 2:30pm
Detective Cameron and Adam Younger were standing on the porch when Laura answered the door. She smiled warmly at the two and welcomed them inside her home again. The woman would be eternally grateful to the two men who had been instrumental in bringing her son home to her.
“Hope you gentlemen aren’t too waterlogged,” Laura said, taking their wet coats from them. “It suppose to rain for a few more days.”
“You know what they say about April showers,” Cameron remarked with a grin.
She gave them both a quick kiss on their cheeks. “Fenton is in his office. Second door on the left through the living room.”
“Thank you Mrs Hardy,” Adam followed the young Detective through the familiar living room and down the hall.
“Come in,” Fenton called after there came a knock at his door. He looked up from his desk as the two men entered. “Detective Cameron, Dr Younger,” He greeted, shaking each of their hands cordially.
“Thank you for agreeing to see us, Mr Hardy.” Detective Cameron sat in the chair that Fenton motioned to. Adam sat in one next to him and Fenton sat behind his desk.
“Of course,” Fenton said sincerely, “So long as you’re not here to get me to change my mind. I’ve taken myself off this case. I have my son back and that’s all that matters to me.”
“We understand, Fenton,” Adam said, his tone grave. “But we have found some information, because of Frank’s statement, and we thought it best to inform you what we’ve learned.”
“Mr Hardy,” Cameron began, “You remember when Frank mentioned the phrase ‘Christmas is finished’?”
“Yes,” Fenton nodded.
“Several years ago,” Adam took up the conversation, “I remember hearing something about a CIA project, codenamed Christmas. I wouldn’t have even thought about it if Frank hadn’t also talked about the puzzle box. His description of the box got me thinking and I’ve been going through some of my old files. ”
Cameron took a file he had been holding and slid it over the desk for Fenton to look through. “It seems that in the early 1970s, during the height of the Cold War, there was a program developed to identify and train sleeper agents to become future spies.”
“Nothing unusual about that,” Fenton said. “It’s a common practice in espionage and warfare.”
“Yes, that is true,” Adam admitted. “However, their means of finding these agents was unorthodox at best. You see, they were identified through a series of questions embedded in standardized tests administered to every elementary age child. The sleeper agents weren’t adults, Fenton, but children.
The papers he had been flipping through fell from Fenton’s hands and scattered across the desk. “Children?!”
“Yes,” Cameron leaned forward in his chair. “Children that scored high on the exams were then re-evaluated through a series of trials and tests. If they passed these tests, they were taken from their families for training by the CIA. One of these tests was a puzzle, exactly like the one your son described.”
Fenton was pale as he regarded the two men. “Are you trying to tell me, that the CIA abducted my son and held him for six months before turning him over to a bunch of gangsters?!”
“No,” Adam clarified. “The project was shut down in 1976. What we’re saying, is that the people who did take your son employed the same techniques and tests the CIA used to target certain children across the country. Perhaps a rogue Agent, or someone who participated in the project.”
“Almost all the children have been recovered,” Cameron told Fenton. “Only three are still missing. But despite that fact, our concern is that they will come for them again. You can only imagine the time and resources put into something like this, and I doubt those responsible will just turn away.”
“Mr Hardy,” Adam spoke tentatively, “We need your help on this. If you want to ensure your son’s safety, we need to find the people behind all this.”
“No,” Fenton shook his head without hesitation. “No, you don’t need me in this. You need Frank. And I will not allow him to be subjected to whatever means you want to use to get him to remember something he’s terrified to remember.”
“Mr Hardy-”
“My answer, Gentlemen,” Fenton stood from his chair, his six two frame towering over the two men across from him, “ Is no. I made a promise to a very scared little boy and I will not, under any circumstances, go back on that promise. If you want to continue investigating, you will do so without me or my son. Do I make myself clear?”
Standing in the living room, staring down the hall to the office, Frank Hardy could hear the voices coming from the opened door.
“Come on, Frank,” Aunt Gertrude beckoned him from the dining room. “You’ve got a lot of work to get started on.”
Frank just smiled. “Yes Aunty.”
HBHBHB
Friday, April 05, 9:00am
The man in grey stood off to the side of the room, a middle aged red haired woman next to him. “So, what’s the verdict?” Dr. Paulson asked in a hushed whisper.
“It’s over.” He said emotionlessly, watching the man in the suit at the front of the room. “Hardy was given the bait about Project Christmas to see if further convincing was necessary. It’s not. Frank did his job well.”
“And what about the boy?”
“He could be a problem,” he admitted slowly. “Some of the memory blocks didn’t take. He has recollections of a couple events at the facility.”
“Anything we should be concerned about?”
“No, nothing yet.” He adjusted the tie to his grey suit. “He’s being watched, and if he shows any indication of further memory he’ll be brought in.”
“And the others?”
“They’re all being monitored, though not as closely as Hardy. We knew he might be difficult. The boy’s strong, a fighter.”
“What made him an ideal candidate.” She sighed. “What about the three?”
“No sign yet, same with Doctor Xerxes. They’ve been flagged though, so it’s just a matter of time.”
The man at the front of the room motioned to the man in grey and he excused himself from his companion. Standing behind a podium at the front, he addressed those gathered in the briefing room. “Ladies and Gentlemen, as of this day, you no longer exist. Who you were is dead, and who you are is now property of this organization. You are the first of many who will be recruited to go against a new danger. A terrorist cell calling themselves The Assassins.
“You may call me The Grey Man, and welcome to the Network.”
To Be Continued…
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