***** STANDARD DISCLAIMER *****
First and foremost, this story is completely and totally a work of the author's imagination (and a little bit of his dreams and fantasies, too). It is not to be mistaken for truth, in whole or in part. Anyone stupid enough to think this story is at all possible shouldn't be reading it. Also, this story is not meant to imply anything of the personality, sexuality, or anything about any member of 'N Sync, or any other person mentioned in this story.
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Thanks, and after all that crap, enjoy the story!
Chapter 1: Something I Hate
"Daniel, you need to learn how to keep yourself cool out there. You could have gotten that woman shot!" came the banging voice of my captain, Marcus Southerland. I couldn't stand him. There had been a small hostage situation in downtown Orlando earlier, and I was the first unit to respond. He didn't seem to care that I saved the woman's life in the end, he was just worried about the fact that I shot at the attacker while she was still within injury range.
"Sir, I am a good shot, and you know that. I wouldn't have hit her," I said, trying to plead with him. Being twenty-two, the youngest member on the Orlando Police Force, was not easy. I was always getting cracked over whenever something didn't go the way that our public relations people thought it should. If I was there, I was the first one to get blamed for everything. It really sucked.
"Listen here, you snot-nosed little son of a bitch. You raise your voice to me again and I will have your badge. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" he screamed, shaking the walls slightly.
"Yes, sir!" I hollered. I put as much sarcasm into the statement as I possibly could, and it got him even more pissed. I knew he wouldn't fire me, though. I was on my way to earning an award from the mayor for the work I was doing, and the public relations people knew damn well that they couldn't fire me and not have outcry from the public. I am just so self-centered sometimes, aren't I?
"Alright, I've had enough of your shit. I'm not firing you, but I am going to make your life hell until you learn who is boss around here. You are being assigned to private protective duty," he said. I frowned and turned away. Everyone on the force feared being given that assignment. It basically meant we had to go protect some weak little rich brat from not getting hurt because he can't defend himself.
"Individual or group?" I asked. I hadn't seen any recent contracts out for private duty protective stuff, so I was quite curious who it was. Besides, why wouldn't they publish the contract...unless it was somebody really important. But who? Even protective contracts for the mayor were published.
"Group," he said. I couldn't help but curse to myself. Dealing with one wimpy little brat was bad enough, but having to deal with more than one, I'd go insane.
"I can't believe this," I said. 'One thing is for sure...it better be a good contract. I don't want to be protecting some band from a mob of crazy girls or something,' I thought to myself. Almost as if my boss were psychic, he called out my new assignment.
"You will be responsible for private guard duty for 'N Sync for the duration of their stay here in Orlando. While they do live here, there have been recent kidnapping threats on three members, and we're not taking any chances," he said. I merely sobbed once or twice before looking back at him.
"You are an asshole," I said. He grinned, pleased with my response.
"Life's a bitch, ain't it?" he said, having two officers escort me out of his office before I decided to get really pissed and punch him.
After cooling down for a few minutes, I went over to the assignments board and ripped the damn sheet for 'N Sync off the board. A few of the guys snickered at me until I turned around and gave them an evil glare, patting the gun at my hip. They all turned away quickly as I headed out to pick up a patrol car and head off for the local Transcontinental Records office to meet the brats.
... Twenty Five Minutes Later, Trancontinental Records Office ...
"Right this way, sir," said the very polite (and very hot) secretary who led me into one of the big executive's offices. I walked in to see an overweight gentleman behind a desk and five young guys sitting on a couch before him. I just grinned at the guy, and walked forward until I was facing him. I ignored the guys completely.
"Sargeant Daniel Weaver reporting for private protective duty, as ordered, sir," I said. Apparently, my reputation had gotten here before I did, because he looked totally shocked at my formal response.
"Dammit, Dave...why the fuck do we need some bodyguard, anyways? We can handle ourselves!" said one of the guys. I couldn't identify them. Dave, who was obviously the guy behind the desk, was about to respond before I turned around, faced them, and spoke.
"Listen here. According to what I know, you boys are under kidnapping threats. I am not going to let them perpetuate, no matter how much I don't like you or your kind. Your boss is just worried," I said. They all glared at me in absolute anger and disgust before I turned back around to face Dave.
"Well, thanks for that, Sargeant. You just saved me a royal bitch session," said Dave as he put his arm over my shoulders and turned me away from the guys. "You are trained to take guard them on a twenty-four hour basis, correct?" he asked me as soon as we were out of earshot of the guys.
"Yes, sir, I am. You don't have to worry. I will take care of them just fine," I said, grinning and patting my gun again. He smiled and we began walking back towards the guys, who were now standing and ready to leave.
"We're going, Dave. We don't need this happy crap!" said the one I had finally identified as Joey. I surely didn't listen to their music, so it took me a while to get the five names on my report matched to the five guys.
"Yes, you do. I've cancelled your one o'clock recording session so you can be introduced to your new guard. He'll be with you for the next two weeks, so behave. If it comes to security, and he gives you an order...that is the law, understood?" Dave asked. The guys did nothing but nod and we all walked out together, heading for a car that Dave had made ready so that we could go to a restaurant and "talk". I was disgusted already.
Kind of a different start, eh? Well, this is actually my second attempt at a story, but my first ever Nifty-published one. Give me a shout out about what you think, ok?
This story is DEFINITELY going to be good, I hope!
OH: I just read the story over, and noticed the secretary comment. Don't worry, it was a guy! Hehehehehe.
Thanks,
Charles Anderson canderson21@cruelintentions.znn.com