CREATURE CARDS ARE HOT,
EXPENSIVE -- AND BANNED
FROM BAYPORT HIGH!
Gaming has already caused too much hassling among the students. But the Hardys' friend Chet is really upset when his confiscated deck is stolen from a teacher's locked desk. It's the latest in a string of thefts, and the big tournament is coming up. The police are stumped, but Frank and Joe are playing their best hand to catch the thief.
From a waterfront park to a deserted nighttime mall, the boys uncover a web of Internet action, trading, selling, secret games, and cheating. They're onto a criminal scheme that nets giant profits -- and the decks are stacked against them. But the Hardys have one special trick up their sleeves!
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January 01, 2001
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Excerpt from Crime in the Cards by Franklin W. Dixon
1 Creature Cards
"My White Knight jumps over your Spike Wall and attacks your Goblin Legion," Chet Morton said, a grin breaking out across his broad face. He laid down a card labeled "White Knight."
"Your hero may be smiling now," Tim Lester said, "but he doesn't know that behind my Spike Wall is a River of Snakes." He pulled the card from his hand and placed it faceup on the table.
"My knight laughs at your River of Snakes. They can't bite through his Enchanted Armor."
Tim frowned and scratched his head. "Then I guess I'll have to call in my War Giant for reinforcement."
The pretty blond girl seated at the other end of the lunchroom table frowned. "I don't get it," Callie Shaw said to the three friends seated with her.
"Me neither," Iola Morton agreed. Chet's sister sighed and pulled her short brown hair into a ponytail. "I figured this game was just another of Chet's passing fancies, but he's stuck with it a lot longer than he did with turtle racing."
Frank Hardy, a tall, athletic high school senior with dark hair and brown eyes, smiled. "The game's fairly simple," he said. "Each player is a Creature Commander and is trying to build up a deck of cards representing a vast fantasy army." Pretending an empty milk carton was a game-playing piece, he pushed it across the lunch table toward his seventeen-year-old brother, Joe Hardy. Joe responded by shoving an empty plastic cup out to "face" the carton.