Oh my goodness!!!! I'm so sorry!!! I clicked the wrong document in my file (closely named) and uploaded the wrong thing!!! I apologize! Here is the real Chapter 4! Epic Fail!

Oh, I still don't own the Hardys or Nancy Drew...unfortunately. Enjoy!

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"What is it Mastif?" Saffron asked as he and his head bodyguard walked to the bridge.

"She's not who she says she is, sir," Mastif grumbled. Saffron raised a brow but didn't say anything. Mastif was Saffron's most trusted "employee" – at the moment – but he didn't take such comments lightly.

After a moment, Saffron and Mastif reached the bridge. The sailor at the helm snapped a quick salute and was ignored.

"That's a very dangerous claim, Mastif. Do you have proof?" Saffron asked, lighting a cigar.

Mastif grabbed a folder off the counter and handed it to his boss.

"This is her entire file, faxed twenty minutes ago. My source was thorough. Ever since that almost failed shipment, I've been skeptical."

"Is that because you're responsible for almost losing my shipment?" Saffron asked lightly, taking the folder and opening it. Mastif didn't answer. Saffron smiled as he read. "My my, she's been busy. Too bad she's working for the other side – she'd be useful."

Mastif remained silent but Saffron could feel the violence vibrating off the man.

Miss Daniels – or rather, Miss Drew – had indeed been busy. As Saffron continued to read, his interest peeked. So did his anger. She was a double agent with a US government intelligence agency. What baffled him was that no one in his company had figured that out for three years.

"Very good Mastif. She almost had me fooled. No one makes a fool out of me. Let's go talk to Miss Drew."

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Nancy blew out a frustrated breath. She had found Saffron's office easily enough but she hadn't counted on it being locked and it had taken precious minutes picking the lock. Once inside, she hadn't been able to find any incriminating evidence in his desk. He was good at not leaving anything lying around. She had to get back to the parlor.

She went over to the bookshelf one more time and was looking through books when Saffron's voice reached her ears. She felt her blood run cold.

"Miss Daniels."

Nancy straightened up from the bookshelf and composed her face into a calm mask before turning around.

"I'm sorry, sir," She replied. She motioned to the books. "I was just admiring your library."

"Is that so? Find anything of interest?" Saffron asked, coming up beside her. Nancy forced a smile on her face.

"I am an avid reader and you have a wonderful collection of Agatha Christie and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle."

"You like mystery, my dear?"

"I enjoy a good story now and then, sir."

"Well maybe you can help me solve one," Saffron said, turning towards his desk. Nancy put the book back on the shelf and followed.

"I can try, sir," She replied, sitting in the chair across from him when he motioned to it. He leaned back and linked his fingers together, watching her.

"What I need to figure out is how a US government agent came to be in my employ and not be detected for three years."

Nancy's insides went from cold to icy.

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Joe was down to three explosives. He had strategically placed the other 12 bundles of C4 throughout the yacht in areas that would do the most damage. Because there weren't many people on board, he was able to slip around as quiet as a mouse.

A very dangerous mouse. Joe thought as he worked his way towards the interior of the yacht.

From the layout of the boat, Joe knew he was close to the parlor and had to be very careful. Their source had said the parlor was where Saffron spent most of his time – unless he was in his office.

"Twelve packages delivered," Joe whispered.

"Quick like a bunny," Frank replied.

"Who are you? Aunt Gertrude? I was going for dangerous mouse," Joe said as rolled his eyes. Frank didn't reply. Joe passed the dining room and headed towards Saffron's parlor.

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Frank leaned around the corner to get a quick glance down a corridor. He had made it below decks without being seen, but that hadn't been difficult – there weren't a lot of people on board. All the door signs were in Greek but Frank knew enough to find the cargo hold.

He stepped around the corner and halfway down the corridor heard a shout behind him.

He froze and turned around slowly.

One of Saffron's bodyguards was headed towards him, gun raised. He sounded angry.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing down here?" The man hissed, gun still pointed.

"Saffron told me to double check the security of the cargo hold," Frank replied calmly, arms raised just a fraction above his waist, palms out.

"Saffron doesn't order – he delegates to Mastif," The man said, a look of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Exactly," Frank said, rolling his eyes for effect, "Mastif handed down the order, like always."

"I'm calling it in, just to make sure," The man said, reaching for his walkie-talkie. As the gun barrel lowered an inch, Frank lunged. Caught off guard, the man found himself slammed against the wall and both his gun and walkie-talkie were thrown out of reach.

Frank felt the wind knocked out him as the man's fist connected with his stomach under his vest. Frank brought his knee up into the guy's chest and then a right hook into the man's jaw. The guy fell in a heap to the floor – out cold. Frank leaned over and sucked in a deep, pained breath.

He grabbed the man's gun and walkie-talkie and headed towards the cargo hold.

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Nancy was getting nervous. She reminded herself to stay calm.

"Who do you mean sir?" She asked, her voice quiet and composed.

"Come come Miss Daniels – or Miss Drew – enough playing games. I know everything there is to know about you. Your name is Nancy Drew. Your mother died when you were three and your father – Carson Drew - is an important lawyer in River Heights, Illinois. You are an only child. After graduating from Chicago University with a double major in Linguistics and Criminology, you went into government work with the DIA. Three years ago, after a successful mission, you were chosen to infiltrate my company."

"I don't know what you're talking about Mr. Saffron, but I am Nadine Daniels," Nancy said, leaning back in the chair. She shivered inwardly when his eyes met hers. They were cold and calculating.

"I think we should head to the parlor, Miss Drew, and this whole mess can be sorted out. Mastif, will you please help our guest to the parlor?" Saffron said, indicating his bodyguard.

Nancy stood up quickly and faced the man. He was three times her size and she knew she wouldn't be able to take him out. Mastif grabbed Nancy's arm and pulled her out of the office.

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