I'm back for another story! Idk how long this one is going to be….
This chapter is going to be shorter than others. Probably. Idk.
Hope you enjoy!
Nope. Don't own anything.
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17 year old Frank Hardy sat in the Hardy living room, listening to his 16 year old brother's laughter coming from outside. What a day to be sick, Frank thought to himself, subconsciously running a hand through his hair. Today was Joe's birthday, and Frank was sick with the flu. Frank's thoughts were interrupted by footsteps coming into the living room. Joe's head popped into view.
"Hey, bro, how ya feeling?" Joe asked him.
"Not great, but much better than this morning."
"Cool. Wanna play a game? Chet and the others just went home, so I'm open for business!" Frank smiled and said,
"You're on bro!"
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Fenton sat in the kitchen watching as his boys played a deadly game of chess. He laughed quietly to himself as Joe got up and started doing a victory dance when he won. Fenton looked back down to the folder on the table. It was a new case that had come in today. Fenton had decided to wait until all of Joe's friends went home to tell the boys, because he didn't want to interrupt Joe's birthday party. He was unhappy even making the boys go on a case today, because one, it was Joe's birthday, and two, Frank was just getting over the flu. But it had to be done. It was a simple case, really, all they had to do was expose and capture a small gang that was forming. Easy…. Right?
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Joe was having a great birthday up until his dad gave him a case. Not that he didn't want the case or anything, but it was his birthday, and the case should have been able to wait till tomorrow. But no, now they were halfway across Bayport in their family van, driving toward an abandon warehouse to go catch some bad guys with a sick brother. Frank had assured Joe that he really wasn't that sick, but as if on cue, Frank broke out into fit of coughing. Joe was broken out of his train of thought when Frank, who was in the passenger seat in the van said,
"Turn left here. Wait, no, Turn right. I think."
"You THINK? What happens if we end up going the wrong way, and miss the meeting?" Frank looked at him quizzically, then asked,
"Meeting? More like gang drug deal, take this seriously, Joe, this could be dangerous."
"Well, you can't have fun and live your life in fear at the same time." Frank, now exasperated, said,
"You know what I mean! What has gotten in to you?!" Joe sighed and said,
"I don't know, I just really don't wanna do a case on my birthday." Frank, anger already gone away, said,
"Yeah, I get you on that, but don't worry, it's just a small-" Frank never got to finish his sentence because of the semi-truck that rammed into the side of their car.
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Hank Roland watched the van get smashed, then roll over and over again. Jack Bailey, who was beside him, in the passenger seat of the semi that they had stolen, smiled as he heard the sickening crunch.
"Alright," said Hank, "Which one do we get?"
"Both of them! Boss likes it when we get two of them, because then he has a choice of what one he wants." Hank nodded and proceeded to get out of the truck. He walked to the van, Jack right on his heels. They had only gone a couple steps, when a boy crawled out of the van, staggering slightly and holding his arm which had a cut on it. The boy only walked a couple steps before he noticed Jack and Hank, and his eyes widened. Jack smiled at him, then said,
"Come with us willing kid, or were gonna have to take you forcefully," He pointed to the car, and said, "You and your friend." The boy shook his head and said,
"No. You won't touch him. Or me." The boy took a fighting stance. Hank rolled his eyes and whipped out a gun. He pointed at the kid, then said,
"With me. Now." The boy shook his head again, his eyes narrowed as he said,
"As I told you before, you won't take me or my….um…. friend." Hank sighed and pulled the trigger. There was a moment of shock on the boy's face before he collapsed to the ground. Jack nodded at him then said,
"I got this one. You get the one in the car." Hank smiled at Jack then proceeded to go to the van and pulled out the other boy, who had a huge gash on his head. Hank carried the boy to the car, and started to tie him up. Jack looked the boy over and said,
"That's a nasty gash on his forehead. When he wakes up he is probably going to have a very bad headache. And a concussion." Hank finished tying him up then threw him in the back of the truck with the other. He locked the doors, then climbed into the driver's seat once more. Jack climbed in beside him, nodded and said,
"Job well done."
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~LittleMonkeyHands