A/N: Hey! This is kind of a prologue/introduction to a new series that I'm writing. It involves the Network and the Hardys being there agents. However, in this story, it just shows how the Network approached them and why. Anyways, let me know how you think it is! I want to know what my readers think and whether it is worth continuing or not. So pleeaaaseeeee REVIEW! :)

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story.

The crowd on the bleachers of Bayport High was on the edge of their seats. It seemed like the whole town of Bayport was in attendance for the final playoff game for the football state championship. If they win the game, Bayport would earn its first ever football state championship victory. There was less than half a minute for the game to end and it was a tie. Bayport Bears were in possession of the ball. It was the last play of regular play time and the last chance to end the game before heading to overtime. There was a good 30 yards to the end zone. Nineteen year old, Frank Hardy, who was playing quarterback for most of the game signalled for his eighteen year old brother, Joe Hardy, to play the role of the quarterback.

"Are you sure about this?" Joe asked.

"Positive. It's hard to explain how I know this will work. I just noticed something of their positioning from the last plays. We don't have much time, but as soon as you get the ball, pass it to me. Trust me." Frank replied.

Joe nodded and got into position. The brothers heard their coach yelling from the sidelines, but they ignored his protests. Frank glanced at the clock. 15 seconds. A second later, he was running. He was swerving between the opposing team's players and then he saw Joe, throwing the ball towards him. He jumped and snagged it out of the air. And then he ran, faster than he ever did. The crowd was on its feet. There was one guy in Frank's way. He knew what to do. He didn't stop. He ran full steam ahead, with his shoulder down and rammed into the other guy. The guy stumbled and fell back. Frank staggered a bit, but he was still on his feet. He continued running. 10 yards...5 yards...The crowd was going wild...TOUCHDOWN! That was it. The game was over, with only a second to spare. Frank took off his helmet, his dark hair plastering on his forehead from the sweat, grinning ear to ear.

"YES! YES! YES!" he yelled.

The whole scene was absolute pandemonium. The crowd was chanting, and they were chanting loud.

"HARDY! HARDY! HARDY!"

The whole team celebrated together, hugging, banging their helmets together, arms around each other. Joe, Biff and Tony, who were on the team, ran and hoisted Frank on their shoulders, beaming. Other team members joined them and they all waved at the crowd. It was deafening.

"Who do you think the MVP will be?" Chet yelled at his friends, over the din.

"Has to be Frank!" Phil yelled back, barely making himself heard.

"I will be mad if it's not Frank! I mean, Joe, Biff and Tony did good too, but Frank! He's bringing glory to Bayport! " Callie said.

The buzz was still going on when it was time for the award ceremony to begin.

"What a game! Brilliant action on the field! Suspense and excitement to the very end!" the man on the podium, presenting the awards, said. "But the best team, and without further ado, I would like to give away this trophy to the Bayport Bears!"

Another loud cheer came from the crowd.

"I think I'm going to go deaf!" Joe yelled.

"Now," the man continued, "I would like to award this trophy to the player whose excellent play led the team to where it is right now and was noted as the most valuable player to the team's success. And this year's playoff MVP is..." he paused when the crowd made themselves heard. They were chanting "HARDY! HARDY! HARDY!" again, but it wasn't clear whether they were chanting for Frank or Joe. The man continued, "Let's give it up for...Frank Hardy!"

Another loud yell and cheer from the crowd, as Frank was congratulated by his teammates and shoved towards the podium. Frank made his way to the podium beaming, shook the man's hand, accepted the plaque and raised it above his head.

"Anything you like to say, Frank?" the man asked.

"Uh...I really don't have any words to say" Frank chuckled, in the microphone. "This was my last game at Bayport High, and winning the big one in your last game is something that words can't describe. And the team deserved this victory because we worked really hard for it. As for being named the MVP...I'm glad that my contributions to the team were noticed and appreciated by everyone. Thank you."

As Frank made his way down from the podium, back towards where the rest of the team was, he thought this was the happiest day of his life and nothing could ruin it. How very wrong he was.

He was hoisted on the shoulders of his teammates again. And a gunshot rang out over the din. Everyone fell silent. Everyone watched as blood covered Frank, the bullet catching him below the chest. Then the crowd panicked and there were yells and screams echoed across the field.

"FRANK!" Joe yelled. He looked around, towards the direction where the gunshot came from. He saw a man, wearing a black suit, hide the gun in his waistband and trying to blend in with the crowd.

"Dad! Over there!" Joe pointed out the man to his father, who was one of only few people that were trying to make their way towards Frank, with his wife, sister, Chet, Phil, Iola, Callie, Liz and several police officers, including Chief Collig and Con Riley in tow. Fenton saw the man and rushed towards him, with the police officers right behind him.

"Frank! Honey!" Laura cried, kneeling down beside her elder son.

"It's...o-o-okay, Mom. I'm...fine. Just d-don't...leave m-me. P-please."

"Of course I won't leave you, dear!"

An ambulance came and the paramedics took him in the stretcher to the ambulance. Laura went with him. Joe wanted to go too, but there wasn't enough space.

"Don't worry, Joe, Frank will be fine" Chet said.

"We'll go with you right now" Tony added.

"Yeah. Thanks. There's just one thing I need to do." Joe said.

Turning around, Joe ran towards where his father was with the officers. Upon coming closer, Joe saw the man that shot his brother, limp on the ground.

"What happened, Dad?" Joe asked his father, staring at the man.

"He's dead."

"What? How? I mean, there is not a single bullet wound"

"He killed himself, Joe." Fenton sighed. "He had a suicide pill in his mouth. He's an Assassin."

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