Okay, the summary and Feb 1 have been combined because the Guidelines changed. Also, the summary isn't that long... so they are now combined

ATAC briefing for Agent Frank Hardy

Mission: Determine the person or people behind the numerous threats disguised as Valentine cards received by six seniors at Bayport High. The police have dismissed these cards as a mere prank, but we here at ATAC have found evidence that makes the danger seem real.

Location: Bayport High School

Potential Victims: The six seniors, and maybe more targets as it draws closer to Valentine's Day.

Suspects: The six kids are highly talented and two have even been considered by Ivy League Schools. No doubt they had made enemies along the way, even with their charm and good manners. There is also the possibility that something bigger is being planned. Find out who is behind this before it is too late.

This mission requires your immediate attention.

This message will be erased in five seconds.

Just wanted to try an Undercover Brothers style summary.

Other quick notes:

I do not own the Hardy Boys. (Wish I did, but oh well...)

Frank is gay in this, which does play an important role later on.

There are bits of one sided Frank/Phil in this. Whether they get together or not is for me to know and for you to find out. On the other hand, Joe/Iola will be heard about quite a bit.

The days revolve around the 2009 calendar. That means Valentine's Day will fall on a Saturday in the plot.

I don't own the Hardy Boys or "Love Song". Other than that, enjoy!

~Frank

Ever have that feeling when you wake up in the morning that tells you that your day will go completely wrong in some way? Well, that's kinda what I woke up to this morning.

It wasn't exactly the "everything will go completely and horribly bad today" kind of feeling. Just the "it's not that good of a day today" kind.

I couldn't see why I had this feeling either. ATAC hadn't sent a mission yet, and I hadn't woken up to a gun being pointed at me. So far, it had equated to a pretty decent day.

That was until I actually walked downstairs and saw what had been the cause of my misery for the past few hours. Joe sat at the edge of the dining room table, pretending I didn't exist.

I still don't get it. I had told my family the previous night during dinner that I, Franklin Hardy, was gay. I think my mom was the only one who comforted me. Maybe Aunt Trudy would have too, if she hadn't decided to go to Hollywood to visit her friend, Betty. Other than that, I was on my own.

I headed to the kitchen, and grabbed a box of cereal. Then I ran back upstairs to catch up on some studying.

Okay, I wasn't going to study. But that would be my excuse at the moment, except I don't think my father would care for what I was doing. I was actually going through about twenty emails that each had about five to ten attachments for me to look at. If they had on average seven or eight pictures, and if there were twenty…

Damn. Around one hundred and fifty things to load.

I had gotten through about four of them (and one eighth of the cereal) when something in the window caught my eye. I slid my chair over to the view of the backyard, and saw a giant, red, heart shaped box in the middle of the snow. I knew instantly it was for me, but wasn't exactly sure who it was from. There were two people that came to mind, but one seemed more likely at the time.

Joe said nothing when I ran out the backdoor into the snow with nothing but a hoodie, jeans, and a pair of boots to keep me warm. I kind of wished he did, but most of my body was screaming at me at the moment for going out when it was in the single digits.

I scooped up the box from the snow, barely noticing the small tracks that were slowly being erased with the snow falling overhead. I ran back inside, shut the door, took off my boots, and climbed the stairs two at a time.

Joe did toss me a look, but it was only for a second to probably see if I was willing to get pneumonia or something.

I wanted to walk over and show him the box. I wanted to say "Hey, this may be our next mission!"

But Joe left ATAC in the beginning of the year. He said it was because his grades were falling and that the last mission had death too close for comfort. But I knew there was another side to this story. Joe wanted to have more time for his social life, especially now that he has set his eyes on Iola Morton. But more importantly, he wanted to not be dragged around to places he never even knew about only to get close to death again.

Dad was kind of happy. It meant one less kid to worry about, risking his life on a daily basis.

But I was furious. I never told either of them, but I was screaming in my dreams for my brother to stop being an idiot. How can he just stop, after all of the lives that we had saved and all of the cool things that we've done? I'll admit, it's tiring sometimes, but it's worth it. I rather be exhausted and have a lack of a social life than letting a murderer hurt another person.

Once back in my room, I closed the door and looked at the box. There weren't any markings that suggested a brand of any sort, confirming my suspicions. I opened the box to find some stacks of paper and a CD inside. I walked over to my computer and popped it in. The screen instantly went blank before a giant, red heart appeared on the screen.

"Valentine's Day is a time for romance to flourish, when couples of all ages celebrate their love for each other." I recognized the voice from a commercial. It had been playing since the beginning of January, which annoyed many people in the process.

"There is always some beauty hidden away in singles who are looking for people just like you-" The voice was then cut off, as the paper heart on the screen was ripped into two pieces, and then the tip of the bottom was set aflame.

"There are also those who see Valentine's Day as a way to get revenge." The voice had changed to one of the contacts from ATAC. "Sorry about the intro. Thought you should be reminded of this day of romance, because that is what this next case is based upon."

"Valentine's Day?" I said aloud to no one. It was weird to think of Valentine's Day going together with any case, especially since it was two weeks away.

As usual, the contact had read my mind. "It's a bit odd to try to match Valentine's Day with murder, but that's exactly what we have here. In the last few days, various people from Bayport High have been getting threats in the form of cards."

Red cards with gold writing appeared on the screen. It paused at one of them, and I read

"Dear Greg,
Will you not be mine?
Before I kill you,
Think, being of divine.
From your Secret Killer"

"Six kids have received them so far, all of them seniors with bright futures ahead of them. Two of them are even possibly attending Ivy League schools in the coming summer. The police had dismissed these threats, but we have reasons to believe that the danger is real."

The screen zoomed in on the writing. "The gold writing is actually made from gold being compressed and held together with a very fine glue. Combining all of the letters that have been received, the thirty cards have one thousand dollars worth of gold."

"Wow…" I mumbled, as the picture changed to another card.

"In addition, the rhinestones seen on this card are actual gemstones. The cards have more than two thousand dollars worth of them."

I almost chocked. Almost three thousand dollars worth of gold and jewels in thirty cards? This couldn't have been a simple prank.

"We at ATAC are positive that this is a real threat. Someone with a twisted mind is after these six kids, and there may be more victims as Valentine's Day comes closer. Frank Hardy, you must find out and stop whoever wants to kill them."

"One more thing. The trainee that you have been working with has been upgraded to field agent, and will help you in any way."

"As usual, this disc will be erased in five… four… three… two… one…"

"Love Song" began to blare from my speakers.

I took out the disc, and dumped the papers from the box onto my bed. They were profiles about the kids, with pictures attached. I recognized them easily. Greg Walters, Stacy Trick, Ron Parker, Diana Woods, Terrance Jones, and Troy Black were all known in Bayport High.

Why would someone want them dead? They were all really nice to… well, everyone. Then again, they had to have made some enemies at one point or another.

Another paper caught my eye. It was a red heart folded in half with lace all around it. A note was attached, stating "This card was received by Stacy in her locker this past Monday."

I slowly opened in, and let out a small gasp. This card had both gold and rhinestones all over it. What appeared to be diamonds and rubies shone under the overhead light. The gold glowed as I read "I love to kill you Stacy. From your Secret Killer."

I had two weeks to find the mastermind behind this, and something told me that I would need all of that time to figure out who it was.

I pulled out my cell phone, and was instantly greeted with a message telling me I got a text. I opened it up, to find out it was from "AgentGA" with a question, asking if I had gotten the mission yet.

I texted back a reply, and within another minute I received "What do you need from me?"

That was a good question. What would I need from the new agent? I thought it over for a few minutes, coming up with a list. I told him to check his email for the commands, and I began to type away furiously at the keyboard of my computer.

At the end of the list, I had typed "I need you to pretend I don't exist for the next two weeks. We can't let the person think we're getting close to them. And… I told Joe about me being gay and all, and he isn't taking it well. Just slip the stuff into my locker when you get a chance. You know my combination."

I clicked "Send" before shutting off the computer and going back to bed. The other attachments can wait. Right now, I had to save some people before Valentine's Day came around.

I hate mornings when that gut feeling tells me it wasn't going to be a good day.