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belong to the rightful owners!

On with the meeting,

Mrs. Frank Hardy

Frank-

I was going downstairs to get my sarcastic, witty little brother Joe, when I

noticed something. A bunch of something red turning the corner to the kitchen. Then I heard

the door close quietly. If you weren't trying to hear something you would have never even

almost heard it.

I ran to the country decorated kitchen and ran through the door, just in time to see that once

again a bunch of something red ran into the tree's. Well, I wasn't going to let a burglar get

away. You see I am Frank Hardy, son of Fenton Hardy, former NYPD officer, founder of an

elite teen secret agency called ATAC and now a Private Investigator. So you see that

is why I am a amateur detective myself, along with me witty brother, Joe.

I started running once again. I am very fit, you see, because I take track and I need to run

from murders with guns occasionally.

I passed the sign that says-

Welcome to Bayport

in a matter of minutes. I was hot on the trail of the person with red hair. Yes, I made a

conclusion. The bunch of red hair was in fact long red hair.

I didn't make the conclusion of if it was a male or female. Until, she stopped. Dead in her

tracks. She muttered something then turned to run towards me.

You see then and only then did I notice the fear in her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes. When

she was only about five feet away from me she jumped up and did a flip over me. I watched

as she went over me with surprised eyes. Then I noticed the headlights, and then I noticed

the bullets. Hundreds of them shooting at either me or the girl. I am not Bayport's most

wanted criminal. I help catch them, so I am Bayport's most wanted crime fighter.

Huge difference, see? Okay, back to the story. So once again I found myself running from

potential murderers with guns.

The girl fled into the forest once again, so I followed.

She ducked under a bush, so I followed

After I caught my breath, I desperately wanted to know who was trying to kill me and who the

mystery girl was.

"Who are the guys with guns?" I asked In a whisper

"Bill Rodney and his gang" she replied

"and who are you?" I asked

"Nancy Drew. You?"

"Bond, James Bond" I said. You see I get kinda funny when I'm concerned that I'm going to

die.

"Very funny James Bond. But really, who are you?"

"The name is Hardy, Frank Hardy"

"Fenton's Boy?"

I get very fed up when people compare me to my father.

"Yeah. So what?"

"I was looking for your father" She replied

"By trying to burglarize my house?"

"No! I'm in deep trouble. You see I'm a part time amateur investigator"

"Really?"

"yes"

Then I remembered something my Dad told us about over dinner about a week ago.

"Wait. Carson's girl?"

'Yes" she said with the same voice I replied in which is the I can't believe you brought him into this voice.

"You see. My father and your father were colleagues a while back for the Rodney case, but

they didn't get enough evidence and he got out of him crimes with a warning" she explained

"When a similar crime was committed your Father suspected Rodney and I was asked to

go undercover as a waitress across the street from him suspected 'hideout' and when I found

evidence I got caught, I came to Bayport to tell your father. I don't trust Telephone's because

I've easily bugged one myself. And here we are" she said still trying to regain her breath

"sounds like you've been busy Miss. Nancy Drew"

And that's how I met Miss. Nancy Drew.

I hope you enjoyed my first 'meeting'. I will post different scenarios later.

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~Mrs. Frank Hardy~