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SAVE THE WORLD
 hardy boys nancy drew fan fiction
by

PiperMerlyn

Chapter 1

 hardy boys fan fiction

THE CHAPTERS

INTRO

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

The silver-haired woman handed a manila folder across her desk. "For your eyes only, Mr. Hardy."

Joe Hardy took the manila folder and flipped it open. On the left side a small photograph was clipped to the folder. The picture was of a middle-aged man in a three-piece suit. He was completely bald and his dark eyes seemed to glare directly at Joe. "Bernard Thorne, Thorne Technologies, Hong Kong."

"Mr. Thorne is quite a wealthy man, Joseph. And he has been quite busy of late." The woman was somewhere in her mid-fifties and known only as M.

"Busy doing what?"

"As you know, satellites are necessary for all global communications--Internet, wireless capabilities, et cetera." The woman sat back in her red leather chair. "Already two satellite companies have been bought out by Mr. Thorne. He's attempting to get all the satellite companies surrounding this planet--even military ones."

"Which would not be a good thing." Joe scanned the rest of the information in the folder, which wasn't much, and flipped the folder closed. He leaned forward and set it on the desk.

"I want you, Joseph, to stop him. If he takes over global communications, he'll own the world."

Joe Hardy nodded and stood up, adjusting his tailored suit coat. "Of course, I'll do my best.

"Yes, of course, I know you will." M stood up, directing a frown at him. "Keep your mind on the business at hand, Joseph."

Joe gave her a wink and left the room. M's secretary smiled up at him. "I have it all arranged, Joseph. Here's your ticket for your flight to Hong Kong. And Q's waiting for you."

"You're a Godsend, as always, Miss Moneypenny."

The gray-eyed blond flashed him a quick smile. "Flattery will get you nowhere. Now go along with you."

Joe blew her a kiss and headed down to the armory of MI6.

Q, a tall man with a trim mustache, shot a doleful look at him. "You're late."

Joe just smiled. "Got sidetracked, Q."

Q grunted. "Not surprised there. I had your Walther PPK cleaned and oiled. Over here, I've come up with a few surprises."

Joe dutifully followed the man, eying the various secret weapons in production. A white coat-clad man yelled out, "Fire in the hole." A dummy with a cast on one leg promptly exploded.

"Hardy," said Q. "Over here."  He held up a slim line cell phone.

"No, thank you, Q, already have one."

Q grunted and slid a button on the side of the cell phone and it sprang apart, hinged on one side. Inside were an oval pressure pad, a series of buttons and a blank screen. "It is a remote control for the Aston-Martin."

Joe's blue eyes gleamed. "Ah, may I?"

Q frowned. "I expect to have both the vehicle and the remote control back relatively unscathed."

"You can trust me."

Q just snorted and led the way to the Aston-Martin. The car was a sleek two-seater. Joe ran an admiring hand over a smooth fender.  "All the required defensive weapons installed, as usual," said Q.

Joe cocked an eyebrow at him and nodded. "Of course."

"I'll have the Aston-Martin sent on to Hong Kong. You'll have to sign for it when you get there."

Joe nodded, eying the car. There was just something about the lines of an Aston-Martin--he could easily fall in love. But red was a much better color for the classic car. Q clearing his throat made Joe turn around. "What?"

"A penlight that is also a digital camera." Q brandished the slim penlight in one hand. In his other hand was a silver retractable pen. "It's a bomb--three clicks of the plunger and you have a ten-second delay fuse."

"Three clicks? Ten-second delay, you say?" Joe held out his hand. "Let me see."

"I think not," said Q, archly. "At least not until you leave the Armory." Q nodded to a black metal square not much larger than a paperback book and about half as thick. "Your laptop."

"Technology is amazing, isn't it," said Joe with a sigh.

Q arched an eyebrow. "I'll expect it back in one piece as well."

Joe grinned. "I'll do my best."

Q just sighed.

                                                ***

The flight to Hong Kong was largely uneventful and the stopover in Athens was mercifully short. Back on the plane, Joe settled in the window seat and decided on a nap for the rest of the trip. But then he caught the faintest whiff of something floral and heard the soft rustle of silk on skin.

Joe opened his eyes to see a slender brunette sitting in the aisle seat. Her long hair was in a low ponytail and she was wearing a silk blouse the color of ripe cherries. Black jeans and black suede ankle boots completed her outfit. Joe smiled at her. "Hello."

She gave him a nod. "Hello," she said in a soft British accent.

"Going to Hong Kong as well?"

"I live there. My father's the British ambassador." She smiled and held out a slender hand. "India Sloan."

He grasped her hand gently. "Hardy. Joe Hardy."

"Nice to meet you."

Joe was wide-awake now and he smiled at her. Maybe the rest of the flight won't be as boring as he thought.                                   

                                                          ***

Hong Kong was busy, pedestrians hurrying along sidewalks, cars clogging the streets mixed up with rickshaws and bicycles. Horns blew, neon signs in English and Chinese flashed everywhere. Joe Hardy took a deep breath of the air and sighed. Hong Kong had a smell all its own, he thought, remembering the times he'd been here before.

He tightened his grip on his one suitcase and lifted his free hand to hail a taxi, when a petite brunette stepped in front of him, waved a hand at a speeding taxi. The taxi stopped with a loud screech of tires and the woman reached for the handle to the back door. She glanced over at him and he saw it was India Sloan.

"That's one way to get a taxi," he said with a smile.

Her smile widened. "It works every time. Care to share a taxi?"

His blue eyes sparkled. "I'd be delighted." He stepped forward, held the door until she was inside and then got in beside her. She stowed her single carry-on under her feet and he placed his suitcase on the floor between them.

India leaned forward and told the driver the British Embassy. She leaned back and glanced at Joe. "So, Mr. Hardy, what do you do?"

"Import-export business and call me Joe."

"Import-export, hmm. You must travel all over the world."

He nodded. "I do. What do you do, Miss Sloan?"

"I work at the embassy at the moment. I've just finished my final year at the University of Hong Kong and I'm undecided as far as careers go."

Joe nodded. "Do you have any preferences?"

"I like adventure, travel." India gave a delicate shrug. "But I have not decided."

The taxi braked to a halt in front of a grand edifice and Joe saw it was the British Embassy. "I believe this is your stop."

"Yes, it is." India hesitated a moment and then gave him a speculative look. "You may come in for a moment, meet my parents."

Joe hesitated and then shook his head. "Business before pleasure," he said with a sigh, giving India a sincere smile. "Always business.." He got out of the car and helped her out and then hauled out her carry-on bag. "Here. Perhaps we'll see each other again, Miss Sloan. Contrary to popular belief, Hong Kong is not as big as it seems."

She laughed, a soft breathy chuckle. "True. Later then, Mr. Hardy."

He watched her enter the gates and head on into the embassy, only then did he get back in the taxi and tell the driver his hotel. He pushed the suitcase over only to find something on the floorboard. He leaned over to see what it was.

Joe frowned as he picked up the small silver flipfone. He glanced over his shoulder to look at the embassy. If it was India's did she leave it by accident or deliberate action?

He pocketed the tiny cell phone and when the taxi stopped at his hotel in Kowloon, he paid the driver and got out. The Peninsula Hotel was the usual hotel he stayed in when in Hong Kong. Kowloon was only a bridge away from Victoria Harbour and Hong Kong.

He strode up the walkway and straight to the reception desk. A slender Chinese man looked up and smiled. "Ah, you are back, Mr. Hardy."

Joe nodded at the older man. "I couldn't stay away, Mr. Chen."

"Welcome back to our humble hotel."

Joe didn't comment that the Peninsula was hardly humble. It was one of the grandest hotels in the area but he merely registered and handed his single suitcase to an eager bellhop.

Chen handed him his messages, including one from Q, saying the car was waiting for him. The other message was unsigned and it made him wonder who knew he was in Hong Kong. He trailed the bellhop up the grand staircase to the second floor to his room.

There was a distinct click of a gun being cocked. "Hold it right there, Mr. Hardy."

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