Arriving at work, Joe was greeted by Freddie. "I'll catch you later," Biff told Joe and headed to the main building after Freddie had not so subtly implied he needed to speak with Joe alone.

After Biff had departed, Freddie pulled out a disk and handed it to Joe. "This is the virus," Freddie informed him. "Just slip it into any computer you come in contact with and load it. The command is Lolp.exe. You won't see anything but the file name, Lolp, when it has finished loading."

"What does Lolp stand for?" Joe asked him, feeling bad because thanks to his copy, Phil's computer would also be infected.

"Lollipop," Freddie told him laughing. "As in sucker."

"I get it," Joe said. "Any one who reads the file is a sucker because he will be destroying his own computer."

"No," Freddie said. "It doesn't destroy the computer. It starts the process of stealing percentages like we told you last night. All you have to do is load the virus and try to read the file. But if you don't have time to read it, don't worry, whoever does try to read it will activate it anyway."

"What about the program for the satellite?" Joe asked. "I need it for the offices which have cameras."

"The program is already in the system," Freddie said. "It takes hours to install it but the command to activate it is Wait at least sixty seconds after you enter the command before you close the application or it won't take effect," Freddie informed Joe. He pulled out a business card for Thompson Security. "In case you forget the command," he said, handing the card to Joe. "It's on the back. Memorize it and destroy the card," he ordered.

"Don't worry," Joe told him. "Doing time isn't in my plans." Joe left Freddie and found Biff busy working by Frank's old office.

"Call Frank and tell him the virus is on the disk I gave him. He'll probably have to get Phil to decode it." Biff agreed and Joe returned to work.

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Frank checked the guard's vital signs and reached for the phone. He first called for an ambulance and the police and then contacted Givens.

After the ambulance had left taking the guard to the hospital for treatment of a concussion, Frank talked to the officer who was in charge of the investigation. Lieutenant Damien had heard of the Hardy Boys and answered all of Frank's questions, however, the information was basically nil.

"I'm sorry, Frank," Lt. Damien told him, shaking his head. "We've only come up with two sets of prints, yours on the phone and the guards." He paused for a breath, then fixed his brown eyes on Frank's face. "Maybe you can tell me what's going on?"

Frank told him only that the attack here could be connected to the hold-up at the bank and the fire at Thompson Security.

"How are they connected?" Damien asked.

"I'm not sure," answered Frank after a moment's thought. "Members of the bank hold-up worked here and at Thompson," he said. "But I don't know why the guard would have been attacked."

"Whose van is that?" an officer shouted from a few feet away, pointing at the Hardy's van.

"Mine," Frank replied.

"Your phone is ringing off the hook," the officer informed him.

"Thanks," Frank said and ran for the van. He grabbed the phone, "Hello."

"Frank," Biff's voice came through. "Joe wanted me to call you about the disk," he said and repeated Joe's message.

"Thanks Biff," Frank said. He told Biff about the attack on the guard. "See if Joe can find anything out," he ordered before saying goodbye.

Frank then called Phil and warned him about the disk before returning to Lt. Damien. "What are you doing at Hanover Industries?" Damien asked Frank.

"I'm doing some research for my dad," Frank replied honestly. "But I can't tell you anymore."

"You said members of the bank hold-up worked here and at Thompson Security," Damien said with a frown. "Why haven't you reported that information to the police?"

"The hold-up is tied to something more," Frank explained. "We think the robbery was really just a cover up for something else. And besides, Dad has kept Chief Collig informed."

"All right," Damien said. "Perhaps you could have your father give me a call?" he asked.

"I'll tell him," Frank promised, then went inside the building. He returned to Ardenholdt's office and began going through his desk. He had finished the files yesterday after Ardenholdt's attack.

Finding nothing, Frank locked the office and went down the hall to the next office. He rapped lightly on the door and entered when bade to do so. "Hi, my name is Frank Hardy," he introduced himself to the twenty something blond in a suit and tie. "I've been authorized to review your files."

The man smiled at Frank. "Mr. Hanover said to expect you," he said. "I don't want to be in your way, so I will just go and get some coffee in the lounge. Perhaps if you are still here when I get back, we could set up another desk in here until you have finished."

"Thank you," Frank told the man as he left the office, closing Frank in behind him. Frank began by checking the file cabinets. He pulled out the files he needed and sat down at the desk. Pulling up a file on the computer, he checked it against the written one. He repeated the process until he had finished, then returned all but two files to their proper place. These two files he carried with him as he left the office, locking it behind him, and made his way down the hall and up a flight of stairs. He walked down the hall to the last door and rapped sharply.

He was told to come inside and he opened the door and entered. He walked over to the large desk at the corner of the room. "What can I do for you?" asked the secretary, a shapely woman in her early thirties with long, wavy blond hair and hazel eyes.

"I would like to see Mr. Hanover," Frank informed her. "My name is Frank Hardy."

She flashed Frank a large, friendly smile. "You're Fenton's son," she said in recognition. "Dan told us about Mr. Ardenholdt's attack on you."

"He did?" asked Frank in surprise.

"Yes," the secretary did. "He felt we should know what was going on whether or not you had the proof yet. I hope you are feeling all right?" she asked sincerely.

"I'm fine, thank you," Frank answered her, taking an instant liking to the woman.

She stood up and started walking toward a door with the name Douglas Hanover on it. "Come on in," she invited him, taking the knob and turning it without knocking.

Frank was taken aback by the secretary's brassiness, but followed her into Hanover's office. Mr. Hanover, a large, muscular man with curly brown hair and green eyes, looked up from his desk as they entered. He stood as his secretary came around to the side of his chair. "Darling, this is Fenton's son, Frank," she introduced him. "Frank, my husband, Doug."

"Hello, Sir," Frank said, understanding now why the secretary's behaviour was atypical.

"Have you found out anything?" Doug asked Frank, motioning him to a chair in front of his desk.

Frank came forward and put the files on the desk as Doug sat down. Frank took a seat and explained about the discrepancies he had found in the two files. He then told Doug about the discrepancies between the original written contracts and the contracts on the computer files at Thompson Security.

"What about the Department of Defense contract?" Mrs. Hanover inquired. "Do you have any idea who stole it?"

"We have several suspects for the sabotage, Mrs. Hanover," Frank answered. "But we can't be sure they are responsible for the missing aircraft specs," he admitted.

"Call me Marcia, please," she said Frank.

"Are you sure the discrepancies at Thompson are related to the ones here?" Dough inquired, with the lift of his eyebrow.

"Of that, we are positive," Frank assured him. "My brother was kidnapped at the bank hold-up on Saturday. His abductors are men who have been spotted here and at Thompson Security." He paused before adding, "Kevin Ardenholdt was one of those men."

Doug shook his head, finding it hard to believe. "I've known Kevin for years," he told Frank. "It was hard enough to believe he attacked you yesterday, but kidnapping?"

"Believe it," Frank said. "I'm betting there is at least one more member of this gang employed here," he continued. "Could I get a list of your personnel?"

"All the ones connected to the fixed contracts, or the stolen specs, or both?" Marcia inquired.

"All your personnel," Frank stated. "A good hacker would have no problem obtaining the computer downloads. Stealing the contract, altering it, and replacing it later isn't really a problem either," he pointed out.

"Go to the ground floor and ask to speak with Jim," Doug told him. "Marcia will call him and let him know you're coming."

"Thanks," Frank said, standing up. "I'll let you know what I find out," he promised, leaving the office and closing the door behind him.

Frank went to the ground floor and was directed to an office at the end of the hall. He strolled down the hall, glancing at the names on the doors, coming to a stop in front of one which was startlingly familiar.

The sign on the door read Jim Simmons, Personnel Director. Frank paused for a moment, gathering his wits about him. He had to pretend he didn't know the man. He frowned, wishing his disguise at Thompson Security, the one he had worn to Jim's house, had been more concealing. Taking a deep breath, he rapped lightly on the door.

"Enter," said a voice from within.

Frank turned the knob and walked inside. All his senses alert, he took in Jim Simmons. It was indeed the same man. "I would like a list of all of Hanover's employees," Frank said, getting right to the point.

Jim looked up at Frank. He thought he saw recognition flare in the man's green eyes but it was gone in an instant and Frank wasn't sure if he had imagined it. "Of course," Jim replied cordially. "It will take some time to print up," he said. "If you would care to come back later, I should have it ready in about an hour."

Frank knew he was trying to get rid of him. "That's okay," he said. "I'll wait."

"As you wish," Jim said and keyed in a command on his keyboard. He stood up. "I'm going for some coffee," he said, and left Frank alone.

Frank debated whether to follow him or search the office, but less than a moment later, the choice was taken away from him. The door opened and Ardenholdt came into the room. He froze briefly when he saw Frank but quickly recovered and pulled a handgun from a holster beneath his arm.

"Maybe coming back today wasn't such a stupid idea after all," Ardenholdt said. He motioned with the gun for Frank to turn around, then he searched Frank to see if he had a weapon on him.

"Okay, Hardy, you're coming with me," he told Frank. "You put up a fight or even try to alert anyone and a lot of people are going to die today."

"Understood," Frank said as Ardenholdt put the barrel into the small of his back and ushered him out of the room.