Hi, guys, so this is my first story for Hardy Boys, and I'm pretty excited. I don't know how long its going to be, but this chapter is pretty short cause I'm pretty busy today and this was all I could get in.
But, yeah, uh, I don't know if there's anything else, so just read and please review! I love reviews!
Oh yeah I remembered. I posted this on all of my other stories, so I need to do this one also. If you do review, I don't care about flames or whatever, if you think I need to change something, or I put something wrong, or even if you just think my story sucks, you can go ahead and tell me. Just please, don't swear. There isn't going to be any swearing in my story (i don't count crap as a swear word) so I ask that if you do review, please don't swear. If you don't like that I don't swear, don't read it. Thanks so much!
"C'mon, you need to try it!" Joe called down to Frank from atop the small building. He was about ten feet above Frank, and he was having the time of his life, walking on the edge, giving Frank a mini-heart attack every time his footing slipped. Frank pushed the black beanie farther down on his head, covering more of his hair.
"Joe!" He whisper-yelled, "Stop it. We are on a mission. I swear you never take anything seriously." Frank was really annoyed, and Joe could tell.
He stopped smiling, and jumped down from the ledge to the flat part of the roof. "Jeez, whatever Frank. I'll just go, check the door or something." Joe said, kicking a rock and turning away, out of Frank's sight.
"No! Wait, Joe I-ugh." Frank groaned, and rubbed his hands over his face. He paced back and forth for a moment, wondering what to do. They had been sent to the docks at the marina by the lake to check out a smuggling ring. The ring leader had been put in prison by the Hardy's father long time ago, but the business was taken over by his son, who was just as evil and cruel as his father. The ring had been operating for over a decade, so the son was a little younger than Fenton Hardy, and the father, the first smuggling leader had died in jail.
Frank heard some grunts from on top of the roof where Joe was at and was snapped out of his thoughts.
"Joe?" He called out quietly. "Are you alright?" Joe's voice came back, but it sounded a little strained.
"Yeah, just come up here. I think I found something." Frank was a little hesitant, but he moved over to the wall where Joe had climbed up. He placed his hands and feet on the jutted out brick that Joe had used and started climbing. He wasn't nearly as fast as Joe was, but he made good time.
As soon as Frank's hands touched the top ledge, two sets of rough hands in black leather gloves pulled him up and shoved his arms behind his back. Frank stiffened, trying to keep still so he wouldn't hurt his arms.
"Sorry, Frank." Frank looked over and found Joe in the same situation he was, except Joe had a gun pressed up against his head.
'Well, crap,' was Frank's only thought as they stood there in the silence.
Did you like it? I know it was short and a cliffhanger, but I'm working on it. Thanks! Please review!