Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2002 20:56:46 -0800 (PST)
From: RogueWolf <wolfflyer26@yahoo.com>
Subject: Blind Revolution Chapter Sixteen

DISCLAIMER: Story is fiction.  None of it's true.  Not even the imaginary
lives I've created for the celebrities.  So don't go running to the
magazines to sell the story that Justin, Lance, Jc are really gay.  It
would be a lie.  And we don't want you telling lies now do we.  Besides, I
would hate to sick Gabriel on all of you.

Author's Note: For the last two years it has been our pleasure to write
stories for the Boy Band section of Nifty.  Over that time we've met many
wonderful people who've given us nothing but encouragement for our work.
But in the last few months it seems people have lost interest in the Boy
Band section.  Many of our fellow authors have noted the decline in email
and support.  So Angel and I have decided to cut short our story Blind
Revolution and bow out gracefully.  Maybe BR stopped appealing to the
readers or maybe we lost our touch, either way we've decided to call it
quits.  And since I hate when my favorite story ends abruptly with no real
ending, we will finish BR before disappearing in the night as it were. We
just want to give our thanks for those readers who supported our work and
gave encouragement over the past two years.  Because our stories have
always been for you anyway.  Thanks and cheers until next time, Angel and
Josh.

BLIND REVOLUTION
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: HOORAY FOR THE OUTLAW
BY: RogueWolf/FireAngel

In for the kill In for the kill Yankee Doodle leadin' lambs to slaughter
Just for the thrill Don't fill my eyes Fill my head Till I'm overloaded You
talk and you talk You know I don't hear it anymore My word's no good It's
not enough...R Beach

	The boys of Nsync were finally alone.  The Senator and his team had
retired back to the hotel to rest before the concert.  Leaving the five of
them to do a live broadcast from Hershey Park to announce the contest
winner.  The winner would receive two backstage passes and front row
tickets to the show.  Needless to say, the fans had flocked to the park in
droves for a chance at the coveted tickets.
	The organizers had set up a huge tent to house the broadcast.  It
wasn't much but at least they were out of the sun.  An hour before, the
local radio station, Wink104 had set up their equipment and was
broadcasting live from the park.  A huge crowd had gathered around the
pavilion in hopes of being the lucky winner and to catch a glimpse of the
celebrities.
	The local celebrity DJ, Lincoln Blue, was in rare form as he hyped
up the contest in front of the live audience.  With his trademark blue
mohawk and yellow tinted glasses, he already had the crowd so excited that
the security people had a horrendous time trying to keep the crowd behind
the metal barriers.
	Standing up behind the table they had set up, he grabbed the
microphone and yelled loudly, "How ya doin' Hershey Park?"
	The crowd of teenagers yelled loudly, whooping and hollering so
loudly that the security people covered their ears.
	"I said are you ready." He yelled again.
	The reply was deafening as two hundred screaming teenagers surged
forward against the barriers.  "Calm down you vultures." He said with a
grin, giving them his trademark banter.
	The crowd laughed at his stupid joke.  "Okay." He continued.
"That's better.  In just a few moments the boys of Nsync will come out here
to do a radio interview live on Wink104."
	The crowd screamed some more.  Holding up his hand for silence, he
instructed, "During the duration of the interview, I would ask everyone to
remain silent so the unfortunate souls that couldn't be here with us can
hear what the boys have to say.  But during the commercial breaks you can
act like the nutbags you are."
	"Without further ado, ladies and gentleman." His singular
pronunciation of gentlemen going un-noticed to the crowd.  "I give you
Lance, Chris, Joey, Jc, and Justin, the boys of Nsync."
	The five members walked on stage and were greeted by a sound that
threatened to knock them off their feet.  Each had a smile plastered on
their face that was genuine.  After all, they had always been about the
fans.
	Lincoln greeted them in turn and got down to the interview.  "So
you guys.  I know you're on the last leg of the tour and you've got to be
thinking to yourself, damn its about time all this madness is over."
	Joey took the question and answered, "Well, its always hard to be
away from your loved ones so long but there's something about being on tour
that makes all the long boring bus rides and the crappy food and the lumpy
hotel beds worth while."
	Lincoln took the answer and ran with it, a gleam in his eye.  "And
what would that be?"
	"Come on Lincoln, the fans man." Chris stated with a grin as he
stood up and waved his arms at the crowd before him.  Dutifully they
responded with cheers.  It took Lincoln a few moments to get them settled
down much to his dismay.
	"Seriously though." Jc interjected.  "We're always amazed how the
fans react to our music.  After all, we're just five guys with a dream of
singing."
	"For only being five guys with a dream.  I'd say you've succeeded
that particular goal." Lincoln said with a laugh.
	"And we owe it all to them." Lance stated in his deep southern
voice.
	Lincoln glanced at his notes before asking, "So with the tour
winding down soon, what's the plan when all this is over?"
	"Well." Lance started in his business like tone.  "We're taking a
much needed vacation."
	"And after that?"
	"Well Joey wants to concentrate on acting." Chris said, shoving his
friend playfully.
	"And this space cadet wants to circle the earth in a spaceship."
Joey nodded to Lance, who managed to blush slightly.
	"We thought that was just rumors." Lincoln said, a hint of
amazement on his face.
	"No, our Lance wants to be the first boy band member in space.
Though we think he's already spacey enough." Jc said with a laugh.
	"Lance, you do know that almost every child wants to grow up and be
an astronaut but no one really ever does it." Lincoln teased the blonde.
	"What can I say?  I'm weird." Lance shot back, grinning broadly.
	"I can second that." Justin said, speaking for the first time.
	"And what are you're plans?" Lincoln asked, staring intently at the
youngest member of the band.
	"To rest and catch up on my favorite TV shows I've missed.  My poor
TIVO must be overloaded by now." Justin quipped.
	Lincoln laughed along with the crowd and said, "I have to take a
break but more with Nsync.  Don't you go anywhere kiddies."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

	Gabriel stood back, hidden by the adoring fans pressed tightly
against the security railings.  The sun was warm and a faint sheen of sweat
had broken out on his forehead causing him minor discomfort.  The black wig
he wore was hot but bearable under the circumstances.  His biggest problem
was the green contact lenses he wore, somehow they irritated his eyes and
he was constantly wiping away the tears that formed in the corners of his
eyes.
	Pulling on the tight T-shirt, he tried unsuccessfully to fan
himself off while he waited for Lonnie to work his way over to him.  The
bodyguard had noticed him right away and gave him a half wave, signaling
for him to stay where he was.  Shielding his eyes with his hand, he peered
around the crowd slowly, taking everything in, processing the information
rapidly.
	Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the big man approaching
casually.  Turning his head, he nodded slightly to the big man.  Lonnie
covered the distance faster than his bulk suggested.
	Lonnie stood a few feet away from him and covered his mouth with a
large hand before speaking, "See anything."
	Moving his head, he replied, "Nada."  Choosing to omit his earlier
blunder with Tiger Lane, his face flushed as he thought about that
encounter.  "Everything's quiet and normal."
	"Good.  Maybe you're information is misplaced and you're worrying
about nothing." Lonnie said quietly, peering at the stage where his charges
were busy answering questions to half of Hershey Park.
	Smiling inwardly, Gabriel stated, "My information isn't wrong.
Trust me; someone will try to assassinate the Senator today.  Either at the
concert tonight or at the hotel later on.  It's not a question of if but a
matter of when."
	Lonnie swore under his breath, undeterminable words but a distinct
rumble emitted from him testifying to his unhappiness.  The big man shifted
his weight nervously and asked, "How can you stand this waiting?  I don't
have to do anything and I'm going crazy just waiting for it."
	"You get used to it after a while." He admitted as he absently
stared at Justin's face.  "It's all a game."
	He turned and faced Lonnie and looked him right in the eye and
stated, "Someone is out there waiting for me to make a mistake.  Carefully
watching every move I make, studying me, learning my routine, waiting for
that perfect moment to strike.  That one moment when I'll least expect it.
All I can do is wait and hope I never make that mistake.  Never do that one
thing that'll tip my hand.  The better player wins and gets paid at the end
of the day.  The loser gets a permanent vacation six feet under."
	Lonnie's eyes widened at the finality in his voice.  In that one
statement, Lonnie understood the man standing in front of him.  Apart from
his charm, his witty remarks, his easy smile, the facade that permeated his
entire being, Gabriel was a killer.  A man paid to kill people.
Dispassionately, coldly, calculatedly, sleep fine at the end of the day
killer.  A man so far removed from the human race that Lonnie feared he
could never find redemption.  A chill shot through his body and Lonnie felt
fear.  Fear for his own life if Gabriel chose to take it.  Fear for whoever
tried to carry out their mission.  But mostly fear for Justin, who had
unknowingly captured the eye of an assassin.
	"And the worst thing is." Gabriel admitted, turning back to stare
at Justin.  "The killer knows who I am and I don't have a clue about him."
	Lonnie nodded at one of his guys who waved at him.  Turning towards
Gabriel, he stated, "Luck to you.  For Justin's sake, I hope everything
works out."
	Gabriel's eyes darkened and his features soften at the mention of
Justin.  Lonnie noticed it immediately and mentally sighed.  He actually
smiled when Gabriel replied, "Me too.  More than you know."
	Lonnie turned and focused his mind back to the task at hand.  No
matter what happened tonight, his guys were going to make it through
without a scratch.  He owed them that much at least, that much and more.
Leaving Gabriel to his fate, he went over the changes in security for the
concert.  He needed all his wits about him if his plan was going to work.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

	Justin hadn't been paying attention to Lincoln, the DJ from Wink104
or the numerous fans that called in questions for the group.  His mind was
on a certain long haired blonde with a scar running down his cheek.  He
found himself turning over the morning's events, dissecting each statement,
trying to puzzle the meanings behind the words.  He wasn't the only one who
noticed Gabriel's change in demeanor over breakfast.  It was almost like
the enigmatic man flipped a switch, the change was that obvious and that
fast.
	He had become a master at masking his feelings.  From an early age
he started playing the game, it was the only way he wouldn't lose himself
in the maelstrom that became his life.  His patented smile was just that, a
fiction.  Just another prop in the life of a pop star.  Just like the
trendy clothes he wore, an image.
	As he mulled over the last two days, a frown crossed his face.  The
confidence he had shown after breakfast cracked.  Maybe he should've
pressed Gabriel for the truth? Maybe it would've been better to find out
all the secrets.  But he wasn't sure he had that right to ask.  After all,
he didn't know how Gabriel felt about everything.  Anyone who lived a
fabricated life couldn't be trusted to tell the truth or even be honest
about his feelings.  And the silent question in his mind asked if he really
understood his own feelings.
	He knew what he felt in his heart when he was around the blonde and
the way he felt empty when they parted.  He knew for at least a while, he
was truly happy.  But what about tomorrow?  His own life was complicated
enough.  Just being a celebrity brought him more problems then anyone one
person should ever contend with.  Add Gabriel's own secrets and
unbelievable lifestyle to his own and you got a whole new set of problems.
	Scanning the crowd, he saw Lonnie standing in the back of the
crowd.  He was standing next to a man that looked oddly familiar to the
singer but he couldn't place him. As he watched the two men absently, he
noticed they were talking.  Though they weren't looking at each other, he
could tell that whatever they were talking about was serious by the look on
their faces.
	He leaned forward slightly, squinting his eyes to see the man
better.  Something about the way the man stood jogged his memory.  He
should know the man standing next to Lonnie.  A picture flashed in his mind
of Gabriel standing at the bar last night, his long blonde hair down and
free.  As he looked closer at the tall man, he started to smile again. The
tall man had to be Gabriel.  He would recognize that nose anywhere; after
all he had spent over an hour just staring at it all morning.
	He had to cover his mouth to stop from shouting out.  Lance looked
at him out of the corner of his eye with a questioning look.  Justin gave
him a crooked grin and shrugged his shoulders as if to say sorry.  Lance
flashed him a weak grin and then turned his attention back to the DJ as he
prated on about going up in space.
	When Justin turned back, Lonnie was gone and Gabriel was leaning
against a rail, a smile played on his face.  Just then Lance nudged him
again and whispered for him to pay attention.  For the next thirty minutes,
he answered the same boring questions that everyone asks.  Afterwards, Joey
picked a winner for the contest and everyone made a big deal about giving
the lucky girl the two backstage passes and front row seats.
	Then Lonnie was there escorting them back to the safety of the
arena.  Justin wanted to ask why Lonnie was talking to Gabriel but the
opportunity didn't present itself. With a growing curiosity, Justin
followed everyone back on the bus.  They had three hours before the show
and they had decided to rest back at the hotel.  Chris and Joey both
decided to catch a few minutes of sleep and Lance and Jc disappeared
somewhere.  That left Justin alone and he decided to find Lonnie.  He had
some questions that needed answering.  When he found Mike, he was informed
that Lonnie and stayed at the arena to oversee the last minute changes in
security.  Frowning, he made his way up to his room, his head filled with
unanswered questions.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

	For all casual glances, the man looked like any other employee of
Hershey Park.  He was wearing the same pocket less pants, the same striped
shirt, the stupid hat with the logo splashed across the bill of the hat.
But the high powered sniper rifle he carried in a duffel bag definitely
wasn't Hershey Park standard issue.  Nor was the night vision scope that
was packed carefully in a wooden case normal for any employee to carry.
	The man was big, chubby, pocked face, an average looking
thirty-something.  He fit in with all the other summer workers perfectly.
But that was intentional, exactly what he was going for.
	He smiled at the guard as he walked into the Giant Arena, the
duffel bag slung over his shoulder haphazardly.  The guard waved and went
back to reading the magazine that was on the table in front of him.
Inwardly smiling, the man walked up the stairs till he reached D level.  On
D level, he turned right and walked down the brightly lit corridor. Passing
dozens of private boxes, he walked till he reached the end.  Pulling a
security badge from his bag, he swiped the electronic card reader and
opened the door.
	The access way led him to the very top of the arena on the metal
catwalks the electricians used to service the lights.  After walking out to
the center of the catwalk, the man knelt down and opened his bag.
Assembling the rifle quickly, he fixed the scope on it and brought it to
his shoulder.
	He had no trouble finding the booth he waited.  Earlier in the day
he had sprayed the outside of the booth with florescent paint that only
showed up under the light of his powerful scope.  Smiling as he squeezed
the trigger, dry firing the powerful weapon, he mouthed, "You're dead
Senator."
	He started whistling as he took apart the rifle, placing the pieces
back into the bag.  When everything was stowed away to his liking, he
traversed the catwalks back to the access panel.  Looking around, he
reached up and hid the bag on some pipes that ran overhead.  After making
sure the bag couldn't be seen, he opened the door and walked quickly down
the corridor.
	When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he turned right and
walked to a door that was marked security personal only.  Taking the badge
from his pocket, he opened the door and disappeared into the heart of the
arena.  His co-workers greeted him as he went to the locker room and
changed into his security uniform.  Glancing at his watch, he saw that he
had little less then three hours till show time.  Everything was right on
schedule; so far his plan had worked perfectly.  Now it was just a matter
of time before the Senator and Gabriel would be dead, just a matter of time
before he became forty million dollars richer.  The man started to laugh as
he walked out of the locker room and headed towards his station.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~


TBC


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