Unlike my other Hardy boys fic, this on is based on Undercover Brothers. Of course, I prefer reading this series better than the original and Case files. But... yeah, there are the original minor characters because Joe and Frank don't seemingly have close friends in the new series.

JOE

"Frank! NO!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. He was only a few meters away, but it felt like he was thousands.

My 'fellow' gang members held me back firmly. We were busted.

ATAC had send us out to go undercover as gang members in a city full of violence. Frank and I had decided to cover more ground and we set out joining two different gangs. Those two gangs had turned out to be enemies in the long run.

I attempted to jerk out of the criminals' grips, but they were 250 pounds of pure muscle, which meant they were about a hundred times stronger than me.

We were found with each other when we were trading information. Now, MY boss, wanted one of us to die, to prove the other innocent. I wanted to fight, but Frank didn't want me to get killed. He told them he would die. Damn big brothers.

Frank was standing at the edge of a rocky cliff, holding a gun to his head. I shook at the thought of my very own brother falling into the rocky, not to mention, extremely dangerous tides.

"FRANK! NO!!!" I shouted again, still, my voice wasn't reaching him. I kicked at the shins of our foes, I wanted to save my brother.

The man in front of me, between Frank and I chuckled, but didn't take his eyes off my shaking brother, "Joe, Joe" he tsked, "This is what you get. I assume you are the Hardys'. No wait, I KNOW you are the Hardys. I almost killed Fenton years ago. Too bad he got away," I could see him smirk even though his back was to me, "Maybe Fenton's Junior will do. Shoot, Frank. Shoot to save your precious baby brother!"

I saw the fear on Frank's face crystal clear. He managed a scared smile at me.

I yanked at my bounds again. I was still stuck.

My brother nodded once and turned around to face the sea slowly. It was all like a movie. Slow motion, but everything was still just going too fast.

Oh no... Frank won't! He definitely has a plan. He always has a plan. He will save us. Both of us. I tried to convince myself that we would survive. Just like in all our other missions. We were the good guys and good guys always win, right?

With shaking fingers, he cocked the deadly weapon. Nonono... Frank! Run. He's going to run, he's going to get away. I really was trying to kid myself. There were at least 20 fully loaded guns pointed at him. One was also at my head. But that was the least of my worries.

And he pulled the trigger.

The bang was so loud, it felt like it was ripping my skull apart. I just closed my eyes. This was probably end of the Hardy brothers.

I opened them again to see the last of my brother. His lifeless body was in midair, falling to the jagged rocks. Blood... trailing down with him.

He met the tides, and it swept him away. His rag doll like body floated up once, and he disappeared. Likely forever.

I stopped breathing. All I did was stare at the spot my brother was in midair a second ago. This was a nightmare wasn't it? I'll waking up about... NOW!

No... He was dead. There was no way he survived. Even if he didn't shoot himself, the waves and rocks would've killed him. Death... it scared me.

Frank had just killed himself for the sake of me. His annoying little brother. Death... it happened.

My brother's killer walked up to me. His eyes were filled with pleasure. Guilty Pleasure. My mind was still whirling as if it was being turned around and around.

I still didn't take my eyes off the spot where Frank had been. The murderer was going to kill me. I was going to with Frank now... I'm scared.

The gang leader patted my cheek roughly and grabbed my hair. He yanked my head up to his gruesome face.

I would've spit in his face, but my mouth was dry.

"Careless for you guys," He smiled, "I will tell you my name now," The point of our ATAC mission was to reveal the identities of the leaders, that WAS our mission. Now I couldn't care less.

"It's Marco, Marco. And you are now, Polo," He joked, "Better stay out of our business, or I'll make you suffer."

The guards let me go and gravity pulled me down. The murderer yanked my hair once and let me fall.

They trampled over me and left.

Now I was alone. Alone to mourn.