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HARDY BOYS 10: BLOWN AWAY

HARDY BOYS 10: BLOWN AWAY

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Author: Dixon, Franklin W.

Brand: Simon & Schuster

Edition: Illustrated

Binding: paperback

Format: Illustrated

Number Of Pages: 160

Release Date: 06-06-2006

Part Number: FBA-|321385

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ATAC BRIEFING FOR AGENTS FRANK AND JOE HARDY


MISSION:
the Billington Resort has two high-profile events on Saturday: a vintage car auction and a celebrity wedding. But they also have a bomb threat. You have EIGHT HOURS to find the bomb and bust the bad guys.


LOCATION:
Phoenix, AZ.


POTENTIAL VICTIMS:
Everyone staying at the Billington, as well as the resort itself.


SUSPECTS:
Top suspects right now are the group running the car auction and the owner of the resort.


THIS MISSION REQUIRES YOUR IMMEDIATE ATTENTION. THIS MESSAGE WILL BE ERASED IN FIVE SECONDS.
About the Author
Franklin W. Dixon is the author of the ever-popular Hardy Boys books.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
Blown Away

By Franklin W. Dixon
Aladdin
Copyright © 2006
Franklin W. DixonAll right reserved.

ISBN: 9781416911739




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Shredding

No way am I gonna survive this.
That's what I was thinking as I tore down the icy slope, at what had to be a ninety-degree angle. There was nothing between me and the mountain but a thin fiberglass snowboard. One mistake, one rock or slick spot or bad turn, and I'd be history.
What a rush.
O f course, it didn't matter that my adrenaline was pumping. This wasn't about fun. Frank and I had a big problem: Regardless of how fast we shredded down the mountain, Chaz and Brad were faster. It made sense, since they were pro snowboarders -- or pro snowboarders turned drug dealers, to be more exact. But that didn't mean Frank and I weren't gonna catch them.
This was our latest ATAC mission. We'd successfully targeted the bad guys, staked 'em out, and gathered all the evidence. Their meticulous record of drug deals as well as their latest stash were both secured in the inner pocket of my snowboard jacket. Problem was, the bad guys were getting away
The chase began twenty minutes after the lifts stopped running, so other than the four of us, the mountain was deserted.
Just as we started making progress, Chaz and Brad took a detour. They were leading us down Doomed River Run, which had been closed all season because of avalanche threats.
"They think we're not gonna follow them," I called to Frank. "Like a few skull-and-crossbones danger signs would ever stop us!"
"Yeah, they thought wrong," Frank replied, as he took a sharp left and barreled past another warning sign.
In the distance I saw the guys in front of us crouch down, and then soar into the air. We were coming up on a jump. "Get ready," I warned Frank.
"I'm always ready," my brother replied.
I got into position, holding the edge o f my board with one gloved hand.
Then I went for it. Suddenly I was flying through the air -- weightless and graceful like an eagle. It was awesome. And before I could even blink, I made a smooth landing, pointing the left side of my board straight down the mountain. I had to pick up speed -- otherwise, these crooks would get away.
When we hit the next clearing, the guys disappeared. Not good. If they made it to the bottom of the mountain they'd be able to blend in with the crowd and eventually flee. Plus, the sun was setting, and finding them in the dark would be impossible.
There had to be another way.
Just then I saw it. Zip line -- the two words came to me in a flash of genius. Above our heads was an empty steel cable, linking the top of the mountain to the bottom in a clean, straight line. It must have been part of an old ski lift. There weren't any chairs or gondolas attached, as far as I could tell. Using it as a zip line would get me to the bottom of the mountain in no time. I yelled my plan to Frank.
"You're crazy!" he said.
"Says you," I replied, as I skidded to a stop and ditched my board. I pulled my scarf from my neck. I was sure the fleece and wool blend would be strong enough to hold me. Well, pretty sure. Working for ATAC, I've jumped out of planes with broken parachutes, survived explosions and roaring fires, scuba dived to dangerous depths and more. W

EAN: 9781416911739

Package Dimensions: 7.6 x 5.1 x 0.6 inches

Languages: English

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