Operation: Survival (Volume 7) (Hardy Boys (All New) Undercover Brothers)
Operation: Survival (Volume 7) (Hardy Boys (All New) Undercover Brothers)
Author: Dixon, Franklin W.
Brand: Aladdin
Edition: First Edition
Binding: Paperback
Number Of Pages: 160
Release Date: 06-12-2005
Part Number: FBA-|321358
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ATAC BRIEFING FOR AGENTS FRANK AND JOE HARDY
MISSION:
Determine the cause of recent injuries and deaths at a camp for troubled teens.
LOCATION:
The wilderness surrounding Moosehead Lake in Maine.
POTENTIAL VICTIMS:
More boys in the program. Counselors.
SUSPECTS:
We have reason to suspect that the founder of the camp, Linc Saunders, is behind this.
About the Author
Franklin W. Dixon is the author of the ever-popular Hardy Boys books.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
Operation: Survival
By Franklin W. Dixon
Aladdin
Copyright © 2005
Franklin W. DixonAll right reserved.
ISBN: 9781416900672
JOE1.
DOUBLE BLACK DIAMOND
"All those weenies are lined up waiting for us to hit a trough and eat snow."
The Bear Mountain skiers are tough. They love to hang around the Outer Limits trail. You crash and burn -- make that crash and freeze -- and they laugh. And clap. It's what they do for fun when they aren't skiing themselves.
And here my brother and I were, about to join the show. I hoped it would be a show that made people oooh and ahhh. Not ha, ha, ha.
"You worried?" Frank asked as we swung ourselves onto the ski lift. He waved to the people lined up with their stupid hot chocolates and their stupid smiles.
I snorted, as if I didn't want to waste words answering such a wet-butt question. Except I was worried. Not much. A little. I'm talking teeny. Outer Limits is ranked double black diamond. That means a trail of extreme extremeness. I'd skied black diamond before. Never a DB.
How much harder can it be? I asked myself.
The ski lift went up. I glanced down. Yowch! A guy in a red jacket hit a mogul in a not-good way. Can I offer some advice? If you're a bad skier, don't wear red. It makes you way too easy to see from the lift. And after the seeing comes the finger-pointing and the snickering.
"It's her. She's going for the package," Frank told me.
I pulled my eyes away from the red jacket and looked at the blond woman riding the chair in front of us. Yep. She'd just snatched the envelope of blackmail cash from under her seat. Now it was stowed in her little backpack.
She wouldn't have the money for long. Frank and I were going to get it back. Which would make a lot of kids at Markham High very happy.
They had trusted Blondie Blackmailer. They'd made friends with her when she pretended to be just another new student at their school. Really good friends. They'd thought she was the kind of friend you could tell all your most embarrassing secrets.
How could they know she made a career of enrolling in high schools in rich neighborhoods, sucking up all the dirt like our Aunt Trudy's trusty Hoover, and then demanding piles of dough to keep quiet?
They couldn't. No one expects something like that.
I was glad Frank and I were going to be bringing her down. She was an especially scummy scumbag, in my opinion.
Blondie dismounted from her chair. Frank and I were right behind her. My breath felt like it started going the wrong way when I rounded the first bend.
I knew the run was steep. But from up here, looking down, it was steep. I'm talkin' ste-e-e-e-e-p. Twelve hundred feet of vertical in a half mile.
After the bend you could go right -- and cross under the ski lift. Or you could go left -- a narrower path. Blondie went left.
My twin tips slapped the ground like I was trying to do a drum solo on the snow as Frank and I chased after her. At least I stayed on the skis. And on the Outer Limits, that's saying something.
I had to give her props -- she could ski. She could wear any color jacket she wanted, with no fear of the snickering and fingerpointing.
Frank was moving up on her. I spotted a deep rut line and rode that hard, my teeth slamming together the whole way. I was neck and neck with Frank now.
Blondie shot a look over her shoulder. Snow was splashed across her goggles. But I could see her green eyes widen. She was surprised to see us on her tail. Surprised
EAN: 9781416900672
Package Dimensions: 7.5 x 5.0 x 0.5 inches
Languages: English
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