AN: this is for all you Christians and/or homeschoolers, and/or people who like Adventures in Odyssey. This is Waylaid in the Windy City, with a little Hardy Boy twist. Lol. I don't own either. The dialogue is directly from the episode.
"The baggage claim is over this way Joe." Fenton Hardy called to his 13 year old son.
"Oh right." Joe said absently gazing at the roof of the airport in Chicago.
"You okay son? You're not sick from the flight are you? The turbulence is always bad coming into Chicago." Fenton asked worried at his sons gazing.
"No. I'm just looking at the size of this airport. I've been to the one in Los Angeles but this one..." Joe said amazed.
"O'hare is one of the biggest airports in the world," Fenton explained putting his arm around Joe's shoulders.
"I can believe it." Joe said still looking around.
"All the biggest airlines fly here. The terminal covers miles. It's so big, that the baggage claim is in a different time zone." Fenton joked.
"You're kidding!" Joe said believing him.
"Yeah I'm kidding." Fenton said ruffling Joe's hair playfully.
"It's just so enormous." Joe said still awed.
"Wait til you see the Sears Tower."
"Thanks for letting me come along to you're convention dad. I've always wanted to see Chicago from somewhere other than a car window." Joe said.
"Frank came with me on one of these trips, it seemed only fair that you should come on one, too. At least, that's what you kept telling me."
"Well . . . It's just that you keep having these conventions, and I . . . I thought it'd be interesting to see what happens, that's all." Joe said defensively.
"I'm not having a convention. I'm just one of a number of people who go to one." Fenton explained.
"And you also happen to be the man who co-organizes it." Joe said back.
"Well, I'll try to make the trip as exciting for you as I can."
Just then a police man came up to them.
"Excuse me sir?" He asked.
"Yes officer?" Fenton asked confused.
"Step over to this table please."
"Dad?" Joe said confused.
"What's doing on?" Fenton asked.
"Random security check. May I ask you what's in that bag you're carrying?" He pointed at Fenton's laptop bag.
"Well, it's my laptop computer. I write on it when I travel." Fenton explained even more confused.
"Uh huh. Would you place it on the table and open it up, please?" He gestured towards a café table.
"Of course." Fenton said guiding Joe to the table.
"Dad, what's going on?" Joe asked.
"I don't know son. Just be patient." Fenton reassured putting the laptop on the table and flipping it open.
"Is it battery operated?" The officer asked.
"Its both AC and DC." Fenton replied.
"Would you turn it on so I can see something on the screen, please?" Fenton did so.
"What are you looking for? Bombs? Bootlegged tapes of the Praise Kids in concert?" Joe asked annoyed.
"Joe, manners." Fenton asked getting irritated.
"This is your lap top? No one asked you to carry it for them?" The officer asked.
"That's correct. I've had it by my side since leaving my house in Bayport this morning." Fenton said.
"Alright, you can close it up now." The officer said, "I'm going to give you a pass so you won't be stopped again. There you go. I'm sorry for the inconvenience." He said handing Fenton a piece of paper.
"That's quite alright."
"Don't you want to look in my backpack too?" Joe asked pulling out his little carry on backpack.
"No son, what we're looking for is too big to fit in that backpack." The officer said with a smile.
"What are you looking for officer?" Fenton asked curious.
"As I said sir, it's just a random security check." The officer maintained.
"On incoming passengers? I don't think so. What's really going on here?" Fenton persisted.
"I really shouldn't say. Well, you'll hear it on the news anyway. We're looking for a stolen computer. One that looks exactly like yours." He explained.
"All this hassle for a computer? What's it made of? Gold?" Joe asked curious.
"I really can't say." He walked off with a tip of his head.
"Do things like this always happen to you when you come on these trips?" Joe asked still confused.
"No this is the first time." Fenton sighed.
"Great. Make me feel welcome why don't you." Joe said sarcastically.
"There it is dad. That's my suitcase the one with the wheels." Joe exclaimed to his father.
"I got it Joe." Fenton said.
"There it is! Don't miss it!"
"Oof! What did you pack in this thing? We're only staying a couple of days you know." Fenton said stumbling over his sons suitcase.
"I just brought a few things." Joe murmured.
"A few!? Thank goodness this thing is on rollers. It weighs like you stuffed everything you own in it." Fenton teased.
"Not everything. I didn't bring my stereo." Joe said.
"Good thinking." Fenton said.
"What now dad?" Joe asked his father as they walked away.
"We go out front and find the van to our hotel." Fenton explained.
"The hotel sends a van for us?" Joe asked awed at the service.
"It's the world-famous Excelsior Hotel. Service is their first priority - or whatever the ads say. They have a shuttle every fifteen minutes. Come on." Fenton put his arm around Joe's shoulders.
They walked out front to find a while patrol of police cruisers. Fenton increased his grip on Joe's shoulders.
"This is really something." Fenton murmured.
"What?" Joe asked.
"All the police. Whatever was on that stolen computer must've been pretty important. There's our shuttle, Joey. Let's hurry. Hold that van! Oh we're going to miss it." Fenton said hurrying after it.
Joe let out an ear piercing whistle, "Hey wait for us!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. The van squealed to a stop.
"I knew I brought you along for a good reason." Fenton smiled. Joe grinned back as the driver got out to put their bags in the back.
"All you three going to the Excelsior?" The driver half yelled.
"Yes we are." Fenton said.
"Wha? You'll have to speak up all this driving around the airport has made me loose my hearing."
"Three? There's only two of..oh I'm sorry I didn't see you hiding back there." Joe started to say then noticed a young man slouched in the backseat. He had blonde hair and a sharp chin. His green eyes were nervous.
"Hiding? Who's hiding?" He asked.
"Just kidding. Just coming to Chicago?" Joe smiled.
"Yeah something like that." He responded.
"I guess you missed your flight after all huh kid? Going back to the Excelsior?" The driver called back.
"Yeah fine. Anywhere." The young man said dismissively.
"This is my first time." Joe said trying to be nice.
"I'm thrilled for you. Now if you don't mind. I'm not big on small talk." He dismissed rather rudely.
"Oh okay. Just trying to be friendly." Joe said.
"Driver, do you know anything about why they have all the police at the airport?" Fenton asked.
"Just heard about it on the news. Turns out a courier for the Department of Defense had his car broken into last night. Whoever did it swiped some money, papers and one of those lap top computer thingamajigs. Guess it had a bunch of top secrets on it."
"Department of defence huh?" Fenton mused.
"Yeah. Courier stopped to go to the can, and what-do-you-know? He gets his car broke into. Anyway, the police are at the airports and stations trying to snag whoever in case they try to get outta town. Sounds like a lost cause to me. Probably some kid looking to steal the car stereo. I'll bet he's scared out of his wits."
"Does the conversation come with the cost if the shuttle or what?" The young man asked irritated.
"The man asked me a question." The driver defended.
"Look just pull over okay?"
"Wha?"
"I changed my mind, I don't want to go back to the hotel. Just pull over and get my stuff out of the back." The young man said nervously.
"Alright, alright, alright." The driver complied.
"I'm sorry if we're talking too much." Fenton apologized.
"Nothin personal. I just want out that's all." The young man got out.
"Woah, what's his problem?" Joe said.
"No telling. He seemed awfully nervous." Fenton mused.
"Yeah. You know I think he really was hiding back there." Joe exclaimed.
"Yeah. Well, you meet all types at the airport." Fenton pondered.
The driver got back in the van.
"Sorry about that. Strange kid." He said.
"Did you bring him from the hotel?" Fenton asked.
"Sort of. He met me out front. But when we got to the airport, he didn't get out. Kinda slumped in the seat and watched as we drove 'round. Pretty suspicious."
"Didn't he have a flight to catch?" Fenton thought.
"Flight? No I don't think he knew what he was doing. Like I said strange kid. Only had the two shoulderbags, too. I was half-tempted to get a cop but, hey, I got a schedule to keep. Guess we'll never know huh?" The driver called from the front.
"I guess not." Fenton called back.
"That's right Bill. I'm up in room 512 and Joe is next door in room 514... No no, we're going to do some sight seeing today...yes I know this convention is important but my son comes first...yes I'll see you tomorrow, okay bye." Fenton hung up after his conversation with an old time buddy.
Just then, Joe came bursting into the room,
"Dad! Dad, dad!"
"Good grief what's wrong Joe?" Fenton asked.
"Turn on your tv quick...come on!" He cried impatiently.
"Alright but, why?" Fenton stammered.
"The news, look, look. Maybe they'll show another picture." Joe said looking at the tv.
"Police say their informant has indicated that the break-in of the unmarked Department of Defense car was intended as a petty theft and that suspect Greg Kelly had no idea of what he was stealing. (Kelly, 18, has been convicted of petty theft on two previous occasions.)" The report said showing a picture.
"There he is, see, see the picture." Joe said frantically.
"I see. I see."
The report continued, "Authorities are asking Greg Kelly, or anyone who has seen him, to call one of the numbers on the screen immediately. Because of the top secret nature of the missing lap top computer, authorities fear Kelly's life may be in danger. Turning to other news..." Fenton switched off the tv.
"That's him right? I'm not seeing things?" Joe exclaimed.
"No you're not. Greg Kelly was the young man in the van."
In the warehouse district in Chicago Greg Kelly was meeting with a very persuasive person.
"Well, don't just sit there. Say something." He said nervously.
"Cats are amazing creatures aren't they Gregory." The man said stroking a cat, "so sleek and gentle. And yet when they're angry," the cat hissed and scratched at a toy he was teasing her with. The mans English accent was accented by the expensive suit he wore.
"You know me. I'm no spy. That car had a nice radio. That's what you paid me to do right. Snatch the radios and junk. The other Ing looked good so I grabbed it too. I didn't know it was some kind of, too secret military gizmo until I turned it on." Greg said.
"It's a laptop computer Gregory, not a gizmo. Why didn't you come to me right away?" The man asked.
"It was a normal heist, I was gunna meet you tonight as usual." Greg said his voice going high pitched in nervousness.
"You went to the airport." The man said menacingly.
"I got scared I didn't know what to do."
"You went to the airport Gregory. You were going to leave weren't you?"
"I...I was scared." He said giving up.
"Of me? Why? I've always taken good care of you haven't I?" The man said mocking offence.
"Yeah, but . . . this was something different. I mean, it's hot . . . I've got friends in Cincinnati. I thought I could lay low for awhile." Greg said not knowing what the man would do.
"And you weren't trying to sneak out of town to sell the computer to someone else?" The man asked his anger boiling.
"No! No! I don't know people like that. Man, I wish I never touched the thing. The police are swarming all over the place." Greg said pacing.
"I'd anyone see you at the airport?" The man asked.
"I never got out of the hotel van." Greg reassured.
"Which hotel?"
"Uh, Excalibur, Excelsior, one of those Ex's."
"So the driver saw you." The man growled.
"Yeah I guess. Him and two other people. An man and a boy. Probably his son. But I got out before the van got to the hotel, and I came straight here. I'm telling you I'm scared."
"No need to be Gregory, I'll take care of you just like always. Your little 'find' could serve me very, very well. And you know how I reward those who serve me well." The man said just then a knock sounded at the door. "Come in. Ah Pinky, is it the right machine." He asked the henchman who had come in.
"No. It's just a regular laptop." He had a voice like Arnold Schwarzenegger, and was built just as big.
Greg started to panic, "but, it's the same one I got out of the car. I swear."
"Are you sure it's the wrong one Pinky?" The man asked ignoring Greg.
"Yes. The owners name is engraved on the bottom. I've checked all the files on the hard disc. Boring. Academic material. No military secrets." Pinky summarized.
There was a deadly silence in which the man turned to face Greg giving him a death stare. Greg took a step back.
"Gregory." The man said menacingly.
"I don't know what happened. That's it I tell ya. That's the one I got. And this morning it had all kinds of military technical junk on it. You've gotta believe me." Greg almost yelled.
He was scared out of his wits. He didn't know how he got mixed up in this mess.
"You wouldn't be foolish enough to try and double cross me would you?"
"No! No! Never! Really please!" Greg stammered. His nerves on overload.
"All right, all right. Calm down. Pinky, I think Gregory needs some fresh air and food. Are you hungry, Gregory?"
"Yeah kinda."
"Arrange for something to eat." The man said turning to Pinky.
"Eat?" Pinky asked.
"Yes. Take care of Gregory. Right?" The man said knowingly.
"Sure. Come on Gregory." Pinky said gesturing for Greg to follow him. Greg got up panicked again.
"Wait a minute - you can help me get outta Chicago, right? I can't afford to get caught. Not again."
"Trust me, the police will never find you." The man said evilly.
"Thanks. You not regret this. I mean it." Greg said as he left with Pinky.
"I know. I know." The man said sincerely. The door closed and the man sat back.
"Bunglers . . . I'm surrounded by bunglers!" The cat meowed, "Oh, Sasha . . . It was all going to be so easy, wasn't it? Disguise Pinky as the courier, have him pick up the computer and bring it directly back here . . . only, he makes a pit stop and Kelly steals the computer from him! And then he grabs the wrong one out of a hotel van! . . . Sounds like a Marx Brothers movie - if I believe Kelly actually made an honest mistake . . . He doesn't have the brains for anything else . . . But the chances of their being two identical computers in the back of the same hotel van are... Still. Let's see who's name is on the bottom of this one. A little chat with him might," he paused as he lifted the laptop and saw the name, "property of Fenton Hardy!" He said laughing, "Bayport, New York. It truly is a small world. Hahaha! Hardy, you're mine! But first, I need that computer. And if I can't get it from you by asking, I will take all that is dear to you, starting with your brat!" The man said laughing his head off.
Meanwhile, Fenton and Joe Hardy had gone to the local police statin to report the spotting of Greg Kelly. That was three hours ago.
"How much longer do you think we'll have to wait?" Joe asked impatiently.
"I don't know. I'm sure the police are doing their best." Fenton reassured.
"Do you think we'll still have time to see the Sears Tower before it closes?" Joe asked dejectedly.
"Well, we'll try." Fenton promised.
Just then the door opened and the policeman in charge of finding the computer by the government.
"I'm terribly sorry for the wait Mr. Hardy. I'm special agent Frank Phillips, from an investigative unit in the Department of Defence." He introduced himself.
"So they've pulled in the special branch for this huh?" Fenton asked.
"This is very serious, Mr. Hardy. That computer has to be found. Now, I've been reading over the statements and description of Greg Kelly you gave Detective Baker a few minutes ago."
"Few hours you mean." Joe mumbled.
"Yes, well, as I said: I'm sorry for the wait. Normally you would've been out of here by now, but your position, Mr. Hardy, required an additional security check."
"You had to double check dad? Why?" Joe asked.
"Mr. Hardy knows the answer to that I think." Agent Phillips said.
"Remember Applesauce Joe?" Fenton asked his son, referring to a computer program that took control of the local ice cream store, Scoops On Us. It was a form of AI that was breached by Dr. Regis Blackgaard, in an attempt to steal it. Fenton Hardy had helped make it. Joe and Frank had been in the ice cream store when it went crazy, and Frank ended up in the hospital.
"The computer program, how could I forget it. Made Scoops On Us go crazy." Then it dawned on him, "you made that for the department of defence?"
"Among others." Fenton told him.
"He knows about Applesauce?" Agent Phillips asked, wondering if he needed to keep the boy under wraps.
"Nothing that would breach security." Fenton reassured knowing what would happen if Joe knew too much about Applesauce.
"But you destroyed Applesauce." Joe said.
"It's not the only program I've worked on Joey."
"Once and agent always an agent, eh Mr. Hardy?" Agent Phillips said.
"An agent!" Joe exclaimed incredulously.
"That was a very very long time ago. Before I was with the NYPD." Fenton said quickly, "Uh, can we get on with this, please? I don't think you've kept us here because you want to review my past."
"You're right. You're still here because now that I know who you really are, I'd like to establish your connection with all this."
"There is no connection beyond what I've already told you." Fenton persisted.
"Come now. A government computer gets stolen and I'm supposed to believe that you - a man who spends a lot of time working on government computer projects - just "happened" to be in the same van with the suspected thief?" Agent Phillips said suspiciously.
"It may sound odd, but that's what happened." Fenton protested.
"Uh huh, who are you working for Mr. Hardy?" Phillips asked skeptically.
"I'm not working for anyone Agent Phillips, and I don't believe you have security clearance to ask me these questions." Fenton defended. Joe was still stunned at what he had learned.
"I'm cleared to ask whatever I need to ask to find this computer before it falls into the wrong hands - if it hasn't already." Phillips shot back.
"And I assure you that the account of what we've done and who we've seen since arriving in Chicago is the truth. That's as much as I can do to help you find that computer." Fenton snapped, not wanting his temper to flare in front of Joe.
"All right. But I will be in touch again." Phillips warned.
"Look forward to it." Fenton said sarcastically, "May we go now?"
"Of course, I don't want to hold up your visit to the Sears Tower. Have a nice day."
Agent Phillips left and Joe and Fenton left the station. A police man dropped them off at their hotel.
"Thanks for the lift officer." Fenton thanked.
"No problem." He replied and drove off.
"I am going to say right up front that I don't like that Agent Phillips. He's too nosy." Joe stated bluntly.
"He's just doing his job Joey." Fenton told his son.
"Maybe, but there was a point there where it almost sounded like he thought you stole that computer."
"I'm sure he considers that a distinct possibility."
"What? But why?" Joe complained.
"When you're dealing with the kind of information that's on that computer, Joey, you have to suspect everyone. Especially people who may have had contact with that information." Fenton explained to his thirteen year old son.
"Well, I guess that's true. But now that he..." Joe stuttered.
"Knows who I am?" Fenton finished.
"Yeah." Joe exclaimed.
"Believe me Joe, that's not as big a deal as you think it is."
"Yeah, well, it's not everyday you find out your dad is a special agent." Joe said grudgingly.
"Was! And it was a long time ago, and I don't want to talk about it."
"But," Joe stopped himself as they came to the door.
"May I get the door for you young man?" The doorman asked opening the door for Joe and Fenton.
"Oh, uh, thank you." Joe replied politely.
"Thanks." Fenton said as well. "I mean it Joe."
"Okay, okay, we won't talk about it. But do you think Phillips trusts you now?" Joey asked.
"No, I'm sure he doesn't."
"Why not?"
"Didn't you wonder how he knew we wanted to see the Sears Tower?" Fenton asked hoping his son would catch on.
"I figured we said something about it." Joe replied not yet getting it.
"We did. Before he came in."
It dawned on Joe, "you mean..."
"The office was bugged. They were listening on our conversation while we were waiting. That's how they work." Fenton said slightly disgusted.
"Oh brother. This is starting to give me the creeps." Joe said shivering.
"Well don't let it spook you. As far as I'm concerned we've done our duty and can get on with our sightseeing." Fenton said smiling. Joe smiled back.
Just then a man in a suit came up to them. "Pardon me, you're Fenton And Joe Hardy right?" He asked.
"Yes we are." Fenton replied wondering what was going on.
"I'm Victor Herman, the manager for this hotel. Would you be so kind as to come to my office? It's rather an emergency." He asked.
"An emergency?!" Joe exclaimed, baffled at what could interrupt their day again.
"Yes, please follow me." He gestured for them to follow.
They followed him into the manager's office.
"In the twenty-five years that I've been working for the Excelsior, we've only had this sort of thing happen three times." Mr. Herman said.
"What sort of thing?" Fenton asked.
"An attempted break in." He said.
"Break in!?" Joe exclaimed worried his stuff was stolen.
"Not your room young mr. Hardy, your father's" he quickly reassured.
"Dad!" Joe said worriedly
"You said 'attempted' break in?" He speculated.
"Yes. It happened about an hour ago. Thelma, one of our cleaning staff, came upon the culprits just as they tried to break into your room."
"Culprits? There was more than one?"
"Two very sharply dressed, professional men. They ran when Thelma screamed. We didn't catch them, unfortunately... I put your things in the hotel safe, just in case."
"I see. Mind if I have a look?" Fenton asked.
"No of course not, it's right over here."
"I'm going up to check my stuff." Joe said getting up.
"Uh, I'm positive they didn't touch your room Joe. Our hotel detectives have already been in there." Mr. Herman reassured.
"I still wanna check it. Dad?" Joe looked at his father.
"I think you should, but Mr. Herman, woulda please have one of your people let him in the room?" Fenton asked.
"Certainly. I'll ring the boy on your floor." He picked up the phone and told the bellboy what to do.
"I don't need anyone to let me in dad." Joe protested.
"I know, but I don't want you walking into the room by yourself."
"This is unbelievable." Joe complained.
"Life in the big city kiddo." Fenton said helpless.
"Well, then I'm glad I live in Bayport."
Mr. Herman had hung up the phone. "The boy on that floor will meet you at the elevator Joe."
"Thanks." He started off to the elevator.
"I'll be up in a few minutes Joe." Fenton called.
"Okay dad. They'd better not have touched my fingerprint kit." He yelled back.
"If you'll have a seat while I open the safe." Mr. Herman told Fenton after Joe had left.
"Of course." He sat down.
"I just want you to know how very sorry we are for the whole incident, Mr. Whittaker. As I said, this has rarely happened. We would be honored if you would have dinner here tonight at our expense." He said slightly nervously.
"Thank you, but that won't be necessary. I just can't imagine what I would have that anybody would want to steal." He wondered.
"Ah, here we are." He said opening the safe, "I believe you'll find everything in order. Your suitcase, and your computer." He lifted the things out.
"Hmmm, computer." He thought, noticing something different about his computer.
"Yes, I have a laptop of my own, that's how I knew what it was. Although my carrying bag is not as nice as this one." Mr. Herman admired.
"Is it possible?" Fenton said to himself.
"Something wrong?" Mr. Herman asked.
"Perhaps. I need to look at my computer, may I use your desk?" He asked.
"Of course."
"Thank you." He set the computer down and examined it. "Hmm, my identification plate is gone." He pondered.
"This is the computer we brought down from your room Mr. Hardy. I can assure you." Mr. Herman assured.
"I have no doubt of that mr. Herman. Could you leave me alone for a moment please." Fenton asked politely.
"Well, yes, of course, anything you like." Th manager's nerves weren't used to this. He left.
Fenton lifted the screen to examine his computer. "The only way to know is to check the programs." He thought to himself. The computer turned on. "I don't believe it." He read the screen, "'this computer and it's contents are the property of the U.S. Department of defence.' The stolen computer. Now the question is, did those men put it in my room, or was it, accidentally switched in the hotel van?"
Meanwhile Joe had gone up the elevator.
"This is unbelievable . . . First we get stopped at the airport, then we spend all morning at the police station, and now somebody tries to break into our rooms. What next?" He arrived at his floor. The doors opened and standing there was a very muscular man.
"Are you Joe Hardy?" He asked sounding like Arnold Schwarzenegger.
"Yeah, hey you're not the bellboy!" He said alarmed. The man grabbed him pinning his arms to his sides with one arm and clamping his hand over the boys mouth. Joe fought with all his might but to no avail. He eventually gave up, when he was dragged into another elevator.
Fenton Hardy picked up the telephone and pushed the operator button.
"Hello? Get me the police."
"Right away sir." The operator said.
Mr. Herman came in just then.
"Mr. Hardy, is everything alright?" He asked.
"No." He closed the computer and zipped up the case. "Will you put this back in the safe and keep it there for me?"
"Of course." He did so.
"And I'm the only one who has access to it right?"
"Absolutely, except for myself of course."
"Under any circumstances?"
Mr. Herman looked offended, "sir, we treat our hotel safe like a Swiss bank."
"Good enough." The phone call had gone through.
"Chicago police?" The other end said.
"Yes special Agent Frank Phillips please."
"Special Agent? You're not calling the police are you?" Mr. Herman asked nervously.
"Don't worry mr. Herman, we won't cause a scene." He reassured the nervous manager.
"A scene!" He sat down.
"Agent Phillips?" The police man asked over the phone.
"Fenton Hardy here, Agent Phillips. You were right and you were wrong, Agent Phillips."
"What are you talking about?"
"I wasn't involved in this case before but I am now."
"Oh?"
"Yes. I have the computer you're looking for. It must've been accidentally switched by the driver when Greg Kelly got out." Fenton explained.
"Where are you?"
"The hotel. The manager's office."
"Where's the computer?"
"The hotel safe."
"All right, don't move, Hardy! Stay right where you are. And don't take your eyes off that safe. I'll be right there. And, for heaven's sake, don't talk to anyone. Don't even open the door! You could be in great danger!"
"Danger? Joe!"
Joe had been dragged to a service elevator. The muscular man was holding Joe by the arm with an iron grip.
"I take it you don't work for the hotel." Joe asked trying to seem calm. The man just grunted.
"Well, you didn't have to drag me to a different elevator you know. The one I came up in also goes down."
"Too many people."
"Huh. Just out of curiosity, where does this elevator take us to?" Joe asked.
"Parking garage." He grunted.
"Oh."
"Relax. Everything will be alright. No one wants to hurt you." The man reassured. Joe wasn't convinced. The elevator doors opened.
"Yeah, well, you'd just better watch it bub! Because I know Fenton Hardy! He's," he was interrupted.
"What a coincidence. So do I." A voice with an English accent called out.
"Huh? Who said that?" Joe asked scared.
"I did." The man came into view. Joe gasped.
"Hello Joseph."
"YOU!" He yelled.
"Yes, Dr. Regis Blackgaard, at your service."
AN: part two will be coming up soon! It's just a two shot, as the episode is two parts long.