Chapter 1
As always, she quickly
discovered she was the first person in her group to arrive, and slid into her
chair with a relieved sigh. "Why do I bother," she muttered, flipping
on her computer and settling in.
From her perspective, it
was a site full of perverts and predators, who didn't realize there were
better, larger sites out there that provided the same services. But that was
just her perspective, given what she did all day long.
"Oh man,"
At least her job was
different, she told herself constantly. Definitely not boring. She was responsible
for going through the reports users sent in on other users, complaining about
various things people did wrong. A great deal of the reports sent in were just
gibberish, but the rest, well, they were things like this. Lots of nudity, lots
of porn, lots of 'he threatened me,' and lots of…
"Fuck,"
Nope. Just lots and lots
of porn, she thought to herself, rolling her eyes as she walked to the coffee
maker. Lots, and lots, and lots……
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"We done yet?"
Nick flicked a pencil across the table at Kevin, smirking when it bounced off
of the older man's chest.
"One more
thing," Kevin said firmly, glaring at Nick. "Sit."
"I really don't care
what mileage our tour buses get, Kevin," Nick whined. "Can't I
go?"
"Me too?" Brian
added, more to frustrate his cousin than anything else, he knew full well they
weren't getting out of the meeting early.
"No!" Kevin
turned his glare on to Brian, shaking his head. "You know we gotta go
through all this shit before we tour."
"You gotta go
through all this shit. Why do we?" Nick asked, ducking when Kevin threw
the pencil back. "Well?"
"You want your own
bus?"
Nick shrugged,
"yeah, we already said we'd each have our own…"
"Then shut up and
sit tight."
"Kevin…"
"Or else you're
bunking with Howie." Kevin interrupted him.
"HEY!" Howie
shouted in protest. "What's so wrong with me?"
"Ok, point
taken," Nick sighed, and sat back in his chair, arms crossed over his
chest.
"Thank you,
Nick," Kevin said sarcastically. He took a deep breath, and looked around
at the group, "so, you all know we get some pretty weird letters, death
threats and stuff, all par for the course."
"Sure," AJ
shrugged. "What of it?"
"The Firm's gotten
genuinely spooked by some of them, enough to think they're all coming from the
same person. They've contacted the FBI, and an agent is going to be
investigating."
"Agent?
Investigating?" Nick sat up straight, a grin on his face. "Scully?"
"Shut up,
Carter," Brian elbowed him. "This is serious."
"Please," he
rolled his eyes. "A freak likes to write letters. So what. We get so many
stupid letters, why pay attention to these."
"A freak who knows
an awful lot about us," Kevin explained. "The FBI is concerned, this
agent is going to be working up a profile on the person writing."
"I can tell you
that," AJ smirked. "It's a girl, with no life, who is a huge fan, and
thinks its fun to write stupid letters to us. Fans know everything, man, you
know that."
"This is beyond just
a fan," Kevin shook his head. "If you want to read the letters, you
can, but…I don't know. Whatever, whoever this is, they know too much."
"Really, Kev,
nobody's going to kill us," Howie said. "They couldn't get close
enough, for one."
"Well, just in case,
you guys need to know about it, and just be careful. Don't go anywhere without
your bodyguards, and keep your eyes open, for the entire tour." Kevin
looked at Nick, and raised his eyes expectantly. "Ok?"
"Yeah, fine,"
Nick shrugged. "Like I go anywhere anyway."
"That includes hotel
bars," Kevin shot back. "No sharing bodyguards."
"Yes, sir
Kevin," Nick rolled his eyes. "NOW are we done?"
"Done," he
replied, waving them off. "Go."
He didn't have to tell
them twice.
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"Wake up,
girl," she rubbed her eyes, and clicked on the next e-mail. All she had to
do was get through the queue, and she could go home.
It was a report from a
chatter.
According to this report,
and she was pretty positive the others had said nearly the exact same thing,
some guy went into the Backstreet Boys chatroom and
began telling the girls that he was going to kill the boys He apparently went
into a decent amount of detail, enough to scare the teenaged fans who had been
chatting about their favorite boys.
"Kill them, do the
world a favor,"
"You're laughing. No
laughing at porn," Tommy snickered, throwing another toy at her.
"I'm not laughing at
porn," she grabbed the teddy bear and winged it back, smiling when it hit
him in the head. "Some guy is scaring off chatters, telling them he's
going to kill the Backstreet Boys."
"Good," Tommy
shrugged. "Let him."
"That's what I think
too," she replied, shrugging. "He's original though, has some
interesting ways to kill them."
"Make them listen to
their own music until they go deaf?"
"Strangle Nick with
his Playstation controllers,"
"If it hasn't
happened to you yet, it's not gonna happen to anyone," Tommy laughed.
"You finish that damn game yet?"
"Which one?"
"The Sonic
one?"
"That's
Dreamcast," she rolled her eyes. Couldn't anyone keep the consoles
straight? Sheesh. Sonic was Sega, get with it…. "And no, not yet, I just
got it last week."
"Tara the game
goddess is slipping!" Tommy remarked, shaking a finger at her. "Had a
game for an entire week and not finished it yet? My oh my…"
"Oh, blow me,"
She sat back down and returned her attention to her monitor, effectively ending
the conversation there. "Alright, say bye bye
BSBH4t3r," she whispered to herself, clicking with her mouse and killing
the account.
Another pervert down, and
far too many left to go.
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After work,
"In here," Andy
called.
"Hello to you too,
how are you doing, how was your day?" Andy asked sarcastically. He took
the CD from her and pulled out the liner notes, opening it slowly. "And
why do you suddenly care about the Backstreet Boys?"
"Some guy was going
off in chat, saying he was going to kill them. Just curious who was getting
which death."
Andy's eyes widened, and
he frowned, "nobody's killing my Boys."
"He was a quack,
Andy, chill. I'm just curious."
Andy flipped through the
small booklet, pointing as he went. "Brian Littrell, Nick Carter, Kevin
Richardson, AJ McLean, Howie Dorough." He held the booklet up in the air
when
"Why do you care? I
told you he was a nut, I killed the account, that's that." She reached for
the booklet again, groaning when he yanked it away. "Andy…"
"
"Alex?"
"AJ." Andy made
a face. "Alexander James."
"Gotcha. AJ,"
Andy squealed and smacked
"Yes, Andrew,"
she rolled her eyes. "Can I see, now?"
"Here," Andy
handed it to her, watching as she looked at the pictures. "You gonna be a
fan, now?"
She snickered,
"jesus no, I like REAL music, remember?"
"The crap you listen
to is so not music,
"This one,
Nick?" She held up the paper, pointing. "He's kinda cute."
Andy gasped in horror, and
shook his head rapidly. "That's KEVIN,
"You know, babe,
that's a suitable death for you too," Andy grumbled.
"Don't mess with my
Playstation," she warned, glaring at him. "You do, I'll tell your
bosses you have wet dreams about AJ."
Andy shrieked, and
grabbed the liner notes back. "Evil evil
girl."
"I know you hide
subliminal messages on that webpage about AJ, hoping he'll see it,"
"I do not!"
"You want to,
anyway."
"You know full well
I've never even met them," Andy insisted, getting up to replace the CD in
its proper spot. "I've been there, what, a year now? They've been in the
building, I've seen my AJ walk by, but have I ever said a word? Nope. I've been
such a good little boy."
"You'll get your
chance, Andy,"
"They were at the
office today, even," Andy continued to pout, batting his eyes at her for
emphasis. "They gave me pictures to post on the site of them in the
office."
"I bet you drooled over
those pictures."
"Fuck you."
"Want to order in,
watch a video?"
"What video?"
Andy grinned,
"Backstreet?"
"No."
"Come on,
"No way, get up,
we're going out."
"Please?"
"Out."
"Tara, you, like,
practically CHANNEL Nick, if you'd only pay attention, you two are so much
alike…"
"Out, or the boys
get it,"
"Baby, I came out
long ago," he cooed, standing up and smirking at her.
"Very funny,
Andy," she put the CD back down and shooed him out the door.
"Go."
"It was funny,"
he agreed, pleased with his joke. "Very."
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