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ATAC BRIEFING FOR AGENTS FRANK AND JOE HARDY

MISSION: To find the mastermind behind a possible attack at the Big Air Games.

LOCATION: Philadelphia, PA.

POTENTIAL VICTIMS: Top uttermost athletes in the country. Thousands of spectators.

SUSPECTS: There may be a group of extremists working together. There may be just one.

About the AuthorFranklin W. Dixon is the bestselling author of The Hardy Boys series.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Chapter One: Terror at 12,000 Feet

I’m going to die.

That’s what I thought when I pulled the cord of my parachute — and not one thing happened.

Definitely not cool.

As I plummeted downward through the sky, it felt like I was floating. The world below, on the other hand, was rushing up to greet me at a speed of 120 miles per hour.

To make matters worse, it was my introductory solo jump.

And in all probability my last.

I tried not to panic. I looked over at “Wings” Maletta, the jumpmaster of Freedombird Skydiving School. The big bearded man was Freedom-falling when it comes to ten yards away from me. I waved to him like a maniac, pointing at my broken parachute cord.

And guess what he did?

He laughed.

Seriously. Like some sort of cartoon villain on Saturday morning TV, he threw his oversized head back and laughed.

Then it hit me.

He knows who I am.

In case you haven’t figured it out, I’m no ordinary thrill-seeker who jumps out of planes. I’m Joe Hardy — undercover agent for ATAC (American Teens Against Crime) — and I was on a mission. A finelooking dangerous mission, as it turned out. The police had reason to believe that the Freedombird Skydiving School was just a front for a fly-by-night smuggling ring. Wings Maletta wasn’t a real diving instructor — he was a DVD pirate. So the ATAC team asked my brother Frank and me to go undercover to crack the case.

Hey, why not? Who would suspect a couple of teenage boys taking skydiving lessons?

Wings Maletta, that’s who.

I stared at the broken pull cord in my hand and the big-toothed grin on Wings’s round furry face. He looked right at me — then pointed up at the plane.

My brother Frank stood in the open doorway, getting ready to jump.

“Frank! Wait! Don’t jump!” I shouted through the walkie-talkie in my helmet.

Too late.

Frank leaped out of the plane.

“They’re onto us, Frank!” I yelled. “Maletta cut the pull cords!”

I waited for a response.

Nothing.

“Frank! Can you read me?”

Static.

I didn’t recognise what to think. Did Frank listen me? Did an individual sabotage his parachute too?

One thing I did know. If I didn’t grab onto Wings Maletta in the next few seconds, I was going to be digging actually deep for clams in the sandy beach below.

And I hated clams.

So I angled my body headfirst toward the dude who wanted to kill me — and tried to “swim” after him.

Hey, it works in the movies.

But this wasn’t a movie. This was real life, and I didn’t have a stunt double.

I didn’t even get five feet before a wicked blast of air sent me spinning off course. I speedily straightened my arms into a diving position and managed to catch a “wave” of wind. Before I knew it, I was sailing right toward my target.

It was almost like body surfing, except I was swallowing mouthfuls of air rather of water.

And, oh yeah, my life depended on it.

Like a humane rocket, I zeroed in on Wings Maletta and — pow — the guy didn’t even recognise what hit him. I plowed into his bulging beer belly with a soft thud. Then, throwing my arms around his barrel chest, I kept on tight.

Wings was altogether stunned. You ought to have seen his face. With his eyes bulging in his goggles and his furry beard poking out of his helmet, he looked like a very big — and very confused — teddy bear.

Except teddy bears don’t commonly throw punches when kids hug them.

Whack!

Wings’s huge hairy fist slammed into my jaw and sent me flying backward.

Man! That hurt!

It was still daylight, but I was seeing stars. And clouds. And the earth, too — spinning around me.

Time to get a grip.

I disseminate out my arms and legs to steady myself, then tilted downward. Wings reached for his parachute cord.

Oh, great.

If I didn’t grab onto him in the next second or two, I was going to plunge to my death. Not an option.

So I bucked versus the wind like a wild bronco and thrust myself headfirst at Wings. With all my strength I lunged at him with my right arm.

Somehow I managed to grab his wrist — before he could pull the cord.

All right!

But Wings wasn’t having it. He tried to brush me off like a bug, smacking my hand and swatting me away. I reeled back from his blows.

Then my hand started to slip off his wrist. One inch. And another.

Get a grip, I told myself again. But this time I meant it. Literally.

Suddenly the walkie-talkie in my helmet crackled with sound.

“Joe! Hold tight!”

It was Frank!

I glanced up. There he was! Swooping down like a bomber plane!

I grabbed onto Wings Maletta with both hands — and braced myself.

Wham!

Bull’s-eye.

Frank crashed into us with shocking force. The collision sent the three of us tumbling through the air like a clumsy circus act. Frank clung on piggyback-style while I swung from my arms. And Wings? He kicked and screamed with each twist and turn.

“Get off me, you brats!” he howled. “The chute won’t hold us all!”

I pulled myself up until we stopped spinning. But Wings wouldn’t stop yelling.

“You idiots!” he bellowed. “When I pull the cord, you’ll be flung off! You don’t stand a chance!”

“Oh, no?” Frank shouted back. He held up a pair of tandem cords and clipped both of us to Wings’s backpack.

I had to hand it to Frank. That kid is always prepared.

Wings let out a sigh. “We’re still too heavy,” he shouted.

“Just pull the cord,” I said.

Wings shrugged — and pulled.

Whoomp!

With a massive jolt, Frank and I were ripped away from our bear-sized enemy. We plummeted downward, then shot back up again, held by the tandem cords. The parachute opened above our heads, but it sagged with our weight. In seconds we were drifting toward the drop zone below.

Problem was, we were drifting too fast.

“I told you,” Wings grunted. “At this speed, we’ll all die!”

Frank and I ignored him as we scrambled up the cords and grabbed onto Wings’s legs.

“Let go!” the phony instructor yelled, attempting to kick us off. “One of you has to let go — if you want to save your brother!” he added.

I looked Frank in the eye. I knew what he was thinking: No way. We’re a team.

“I have another idea, Wings,” I said, shimmying my way up the guy’s body. “Maybe you may break our fall.”

Wings cursed. I ignored him and straddled his thick neck. Then I reached down to support my brother until we were both standing on Wing’s shoulders, keeping the parachute lines for support.

“But wait! The fall could kill me!” Wings protested as we floated swiftly to the field below. “I’ll break my legs, for sure!”

I glanced at my brother and shrugged. “That’s a danger we’re more than willing to take,” Frank said with a smile.

The world was only a couple hundred feet beneath us. Wings was freaking out. “No! My legs! I’ll be crushed!”

“I have a suggestion, Wings,” I said.

“What’s that?”

“Tuck and roll.”

As it turned out, Wings did break his legs in the fall. Which made it inconceivable for him to run away when the police arrived. They’d been observing the whole thing from the ground — and had an ambulance waiting to pick up the pieces.

I was just happy that none of the pieces had “Hardy” written on them.

“Good job, boys,” said Lieutenant Jones, smiling and shaking our hands. “Sorry we got here a little late. By the time we realized your cover was blown, you were already in the air with Maletta.”

“I can’t believe that guy in truth tried to kill us,” Frank said, shaking his head.

“Well, he is a pirate,” I pointed out.

“A DVD pirate,” Frank added. “It’s like he made us walk the plank for a bootleg copy of Spider-man 6.”

I laughed. “Hey, we survived,” I said, punching his arm.

Frank returned the favor by pushing me off-balance.

“You boys need a lift back to the skydiving school?” Lieutenant Jones asked, opening the door of his squad car.

“No, thanks. We’re undercover,” Frank explained. “Some kids from our school showed up for diving lessons today.”

The police officer nodded and said good-bye.

Five minutes later Frank and I reached the Freedombird Skydiving School. We were wholly beat, not to mention a little bruised. But it felt good to finish another successful mission. Wings and his smuggling ring were safely behind bars. And the Hardy brothers were ready to relax and chill out with numerous friends.

Unfortunately, Brian Conrad was the last “friend” we wanted to see — and the initial person to spot us approaching the Freedombird School.

“Why did Brian have to show up for lessons today?” I moaned to my brother. “Talk when it comes to a bad coincidence.”

“More like Murphy’s Law,” Frank chipped in.

“Hey, Hardys!” our least favored classmate yelled from the parking lot. “I saw you jump. What’s up with the double tandem diving? You girls get scared, or what?”

I glanced at Frank and rolled my eyes.

Let me tell you when it comes to Brian Conrad. The guy is like that public access TV — not one thing but bad news, twenty-four seven. If the yearbook committee was voting for Boy Most Likely to Need a Good Lawyer, he’d win, hands down.

Of course, he hated Frank and me. In case you hadn’t noticed.

“Too afraid to go solo, huh?” Brian taunted as we neared the school building.

I growled under my breath.

“Ignore him, Joe,” my brother whispered. Then Frank looked Brian in the eye and said, “Our parachutes malfunctioned, Conrad. We almost died.”

“Yeah? I almost believe you,” Brian shot back. He leaned versus his SUV and shouted to his sister in the backseat. “You listen that, Belinda? Your boyfriends are too frighted to jump solo! What a pair of wimps!”

Belinda glared at her brother. She opened her mouth to say something — but she was interrupted by a high-pitched voice inside the school building.

“Wimps! Wimps! Wimps!”

Brian Conrad burst out laughing.

Frank and I turned toward the little brick building and interchanged puzzled glances. We didn’t know who it could be. The police had rounded up all of Wings’s men. So we headed for the door and cautiously peeked inside.

“Wimps!”

The sound came from a big gold cage in the corner.

It was Wings’s pet parrot — the official…

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6 of 6 humans found the following review helpful.
The Hardy Boys Zoom Into The 21st Century
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In this, the original volume of the Undercover Brothers series, we find Frank and Joe entering a new era of more mature adventures as agents of A.T.A.C. (American Teens Against Crime). In addition the story is written in primary person narrative style with Frank and Joe alternating chapters.
This story has the Boys investigating the sabotaging of an Extreme Sports meet in Philadelphia. Suspicious accidents and even a murder are centered around the meet and it’s up to Frank and Joe to find out who is behind them! There’s a great deal of stimulating adventure and mystery to be had in the course of the investigation.
Many of the characters from the older stories show up here: Mr. & Mrs. Hardy and, of course, Aunt Gertrude who is now called Aunt Trudy. Naturally, it wouldn’t be a Hardy Boys story unless Chet Morton showed up and he makes a cameo aspect late in the story.
I enjoyed this story and if it is a sign of things to come, the new series must be a hit!

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The Hardy Boys Extreme Danger
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Do you wont to go on an extreme adventure? If you said yes, well you will have to go threw evil athletes and get the person whose beneath this evil plan but be careful I heard it was a mastermind.
Are you a kind of a person who in truth loves action or wants to do crazy stuff like go on a parachute that wont inflate and closely killing yourself. There are two main characters Joe and Frank. Frank is the dare devil and Joe is lazy. My dads name is Joe and my uncle name is Frank. Frank is the lazy one and my dad is the daredevil. This book has nonstop action. SO read the undercover brothers book and I guarantee you will receive pleasure from this book.

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New Undercover Brothers Series
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I was excessively affected emotionally to listen that they were updating the Hardy Boys series for the 21st century. I was likewise curious to see how they were going to do firstborn person narrative with 2 main characters. How they do it is that they alternate each reputation amongst chapters. This is in truth interesting. It puts us in the character’s heads and is more personal. This story, the introductory in the series was good. Frank and Joe are more like real characters.Anyone who is a Hardy Boys fan will receive pleasure from this book

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