It started as a normal case for ATAC.

The super neat spy disk, loaded with mission data. This time Sault Ste. Marie, MI was where they were heading. It's a small town on the border of the States and Canada. Straightforward smuggling op, that was what they thought. Booze, drugs, that sort of stuff. They were also smuggling arms out of the US. They were supposed to become two bikers, looking for a quick buck. Infiltrate the operation, simple right? Yeah, as if.

It all started to go bad when Frank used a big word. I'd tell you if I knew what it was, unfortunately, it went way over my head. It went over the heads of all the other guys there too. Of course, Frank blows our cover by being too smart for a highschool dropout. I tried to alienate myself from him, unfortunately, that just made it worse. I thought they were going to kill us right then and there, because, really, wouldn't that be the smart thing to do? I would have. –Back to the story. So here we are, stuck in the back of this massive wood crate

We were tied up in there, no hope of getting out right… Then I, The Amazing Joe Hardy, remembered something. I was still wearing my legit shark tooth necklace. Great right? I get Frank to rip it off, and we saw all of the ropes off. Yupp, that was me being the smart one, cool right! So we are untied, now we just stand up, and the roof of the crate pops open, just like that! We get out of there, to the area where all of the "merchandise" was. Frank takes out his super-decked-out ATAC phone, and takes photo after photo of the junk. We are on the way out when there is a bang right. All I remember about everything after that was a blur. I can tell you this, it hurt for the first ten secs, then I went numb for about 20,25. After that I think I must have passed out.

We were getting out of the illegal smuggling station when Joe happens to get shot. It couldn't have been at a worse time. I pressed the send button on my phone. ATAC now had all the evidence they needed to arrest the kids and move in. I called nine-one-one as well, because stupid there was dying at my feet. I went to try and help him after that. If you want a description of what happened to Joe, I can tell you, but I must say, Its pretty graphic.

The was a bang. I saw Joe falter. He stopped, looked down at his shirt. He coldn't stop himself, he peeled back his clothes. I saw the blood, all over now. He had fallen onto his knees at this point. I stepped down to help him, but his eyes had gone sort of hazy. I thought he was already dead. He fell all of the way and was lying on his back. I knelt over his –surprisingly small- body. Checked his pulse,(there was one) opened his airway. He coughed blood. It spattered all over my cool bikers jacket, but I didn't worry about that. I was just trying to keep my partner alive.

You care!

Sorry buddy, but how could I explain to mom what had happened, if I came back and you didn't. That would be the hardest thing that could ever happen. I couldn't let that happen. I can't hurt mom, she already hurts more than she should. So that is why I kept you alive, for all the times I said I wanted to kill you. Anyways, the medics came, he went into surgery, and came out more annoying.

Joe, even though I am a highly trained psychiatrist, I believe this is way over my head. It is my personal belief that both you and your brother should be hospitalized, but I was just called to see if you suffered any damage mentally, and you seem fine. Other than the delusion that you two are undercover teenage agents, you seem perfectly healthy…