Hello my people, how are you doing? I decided before I did more on the boys perspective, I wanted to play around with Fenton. I would said it's short and sweet but only the former was true. I will get back to the boys in the next one, but then it will be kind of mixed.
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ErinJordan: Sorry this took me a while, hope you enjoy!
Alright, I need to actually get some sleep, so I'm going to leave it here. Enjoy!
Fenton Hardy sat at his desk, hands steepled in front of him, deep in concentration. His boys had been missing for two days, and for all he knew it was his fault.
He knew about Antonio when he sent the boys on the mission, he knew how dangerous he was. But Antonio and his gang had been very dormant right up until now. Fenton never thought the boys would be in real danger, but as soon as they didn't show up, something was wrong.
Fenton had come down to the marina, looking for any sign of them. He called the police, and Collig had sent men down with him. They talked to the marina owner, and he had seen nothing suspicious.
Fenton had been deflated. He had hoped that they could've found any trace of his boys, but there was none. All the boats in the docks had been searched with nothing found, and other happy couples and families were out on the lake, having a great time.
Fenton lashed out, knocking the lamp from his desk. It hit the floor, the light bulb shattering with the contact with the ground. He rubbed his hands over his face and tugged at his hair, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. He didn't know what he would do.
Fenton sniffed hard, trying to regain his composure. At least Laura was visiting friends over in California, and Fenton hadn't called her with the news. She wasn't due back home for another week, and he didn't want to disturb her yet.
Suddenly, he stood up, sending his chair backwards into the bookshelf. He new what he was going to do. He was going to search every dang boat on that lake until he found his boys. If he didn't find them there, he would search the state. He would look everywhere.
He ran out of the office, right into his living room, where a yellow package laid on the floor. There was no return label, just his name, Fenton Hardy.
He carefully opened it up and let the package slide out into his hand. It was a dvd case with the words, "Watch Me" written in bold black letters.
