Yay! New story!
This has been influenced by other things, such as Alex Rider and Wanted. I don't own either of those, nor the Hardy Boys.
Warning: there is violence in this. Not very graphic, but just let it be known people will be killed.
This is an AU of the Undercover Brothers portion of the series. Just to note, Frank was 15 (turning 16 that year) and Joe is 14 (turning 15 that year). I have been beyond convinced that ATAC would have figured out a way to let them have motorcycles at that age, so just to note, they have. However, Joe is not allowed as much freedom as Frank. Also, Fenton is still retired.
Also, the Jackie mentioned in this is the same one used for "Health Class Fun." This was really her "true purpose" in my stories, but I decided to use her for the other story because I didn't really have an idea for another character.
I've been working very hard on this, so I really hope you enjoy!
The man stood at the edge of the building, his black motorcycle helmet on the concrete ground. He didn't bother wearing it. His job had already been completed, so there was no point in concealing his identity.
Hawk was standing behind him. He had heard her walking over to him, but stopped a few feet away.
"You already killed him?" She knew the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it himself. He never understood why. When he had asked weeks ago, she had shrugged and said "To keep Snake from completely taking over."
It was silly. Snake had already won. It wasn't a complete takeover, either. There was almost a compromise of sorts in his mind. But in the end, Snake had more power, because that's what his job needed. Not his old life that he abandoned. No, he needed to rely on the part he called Snake.
He turned to look at her. "A single shot to the head. ATAC won't be able to trace me."
"So another bastard down." Hawk walked over to where he was standing, and looked over the edge of the building to the busy streets. "You know, all those people don't have a clue about a war that's going on all around them. They didn't know that the man walking next to them or a woman sitting next to them on the bus will be our next targets. And yet, the targets are shaking. They don't see the pattern. They don't see what we see."
"They should consider themselves lucky. Ignorance is always so blessed."
"No, it isn't. You're only saying that."
"True." He had once wished he was one of them, the unknowing people. But it was too late, and he knew what he had to do.
"So, anyone else in this city?" she asked, turning back to him.
"One man. He should be coming in a few minutes."
"You invited him." It wasn't a question, so he didn't respond. "Not compromising security or anything?"
"He doesn't know what this is about. He thinks he's going to meet a correspondent of the group."
"And said correspondent is dead."
"His body's with the police as we speak."
"Well, it's your show. I guess I'll watch." She picked up the helmet, and handed it to him. "You might not want to show your face just yet."
"I'll keep that in mind." He took the helmet, and placed it over his head. He flicked a small switch near the mouthpiece, and tested to see if the voice disguiser was working. When he was sure it was, he motioned for Hawk to find a place to hide, since she didn't bother to bring her helmet. She waited by the edge of the door leading to the roof, not being seen by anyone coming up from the stairs.
The minutes passed by slowly. The man amused himself by watching the scenes below the building, when a thought hit him.
"I didn't bring a silencer."
"Neither did I," Hawk said. "But we have a getaway vehicle less than a block away, and the fire escape is hidden from the general public. We'll be fine."
He nodded, and the two went back to waiting.
It almost got to the point where he wanted to find the man himself. The guy was five minutes late, five minutes longer than the patience that the two had. Eventually, the target was heard running up the stairs.
"Sorry I'm late-" The middle age man stopped completely as he realized who was standing before him. "You- you-"
"Nice to see you, Chris." Snake held up his gun, and aimed at the victim. "I hoped you would understand, but after what you did…"
"Get away from me, man." Chris pulled out a switchblade from his pocket. "I'm the fastest man on the team, and I know how to dodge and kill."
"That's nice to know." He pulled the trigger, and Chris fell over, dead.
"Poor, poor Chris," Hawk said, walking over to the body. "He shouldn't have tried to go after us in the first place."
"Let's go." Hawk followed Snake to the fire escape, not looking back at the scene at all.
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The hotel was an hour away, but no one had followed them, so the trip back was uneventful. Snake was glad, in a way. He needed time to look over the information about his next targets, instead of trying to outmaneuver the police.
He turned on the television, and was instantly bombarded with news of a dead man found on a building, after people reported hearing a gunshot earlier.
"So we made the news," Hawk commented, typing away furiously at her laptop.
"So we have." He watched for a few more minutes before shutting off the television. He fell onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The clacking on the keyboard of the laptop was the only noise that filled the room.
"Oh dear." Hawk got up, placing the portable computer on the nightstand. "Well, our path runs into Fenton Hardy's."
"Elaborate, please."
"Fenton Hardy is getting suspicious, if these reports are any reliable. Important people that help ATAC run smoothly are dying left and right, and he wants to know why." She sighed loudly. "He might even come out of retirement to save all the kiddes."
"That is troubling." He sat up, slouching so that his chin touched his folded hands propped on his knees.
"Back to Bayport for us, I guess." Hawk was about to close her laptop, before pausing and looking at him. "Snake, do you feel any regret?"
"For what?"
"Killing Frank Hardy."
He sighed. "He was in the way. If we allowed him to live, then our whole mission would be ruined." He looked straight into her eyes. "Do you have any remorse for killing Jackie?"
"A little. But I killed Jackie with love. You killed Frank, cold blood."
"No, not cold blood." He stood up. "I gave him a choice in the end. He brought his fate upon himself."
"So what about his family now?" Snake didn't answer, so Hawk continued. "Fenton and Joseph will most likely go after you now that we have to interfere."
"We break them down slowly, then. From the inside."
"You already have a plan."
"I thought of something, yes. You need to dye your hair, though. And maybe get color contacts."
"Anything else?"
"Yeah." He went through his bag that sat next to the bed, and pulled out a hardcover book. He tossed it to her. "Read all of this, and try to memorize some of the stuff."
Hawk opened the first page. "Frank Hardy's journal?"
Snake nodded. "I managed to get a hold of it. I need you to find any information on Joe."
"I see where this is going." She closed the book. "Shall we leave?"
"No time like the present."
No one really noticed when two people left the next morning, one who almost definitely dyed her hair since her arrival. They left in silence after talking politely with the front desk staff. No one ever suspected that the two had killed off two almost innocent teenagers at one point in order to complete a case that they had worked since they became the animals that they are.
No one saw the pain written in the man's eyes, the only thing that hadn't changed since the day he killed Frank Hardy.