Nothing But Trouble

Chapter 7: Spiked

 
Aaron's P.O.V:

 
   "How's the assignment?", Michael asked through the other line.

I was standing side stage while the guys played.

"So far it's been alright. The guys are on stage right now. So far I haven't really seen anything suspicious", I replied.

"Anything up with any of the subjects?", he asked.

"I'm not exactly sure. I don't think Michael is too fond of me though", I replied.

"Why?", he asked.

"I'm not too sure. But they have been talking to Justin Hills. That might explain a bit", I said.

"Justin? The one who witnessed the shooting a while back?", Michael asked.

  "Yeah", I confirmed.

I heard Michael sigh on the other end.

About two years ago I was assigned to protect one of the tour managers on a tour that Sleeping With Sirens went on.

Things went down and there was a shooting. I was there and ended up hospitalizing the shooters, but however I was somehow blamed for starting it.

It's alright though, I still completed the mission.

That's all that matters.

"Alright. Just keep everything in check. I'll call later", he said.

"Alright", I replied and he hung up.

I slid my phone into my back pocket and focused my eyes on the stage before me.

The guys were really killing it. I haven't heard any of their music before but this sounded great.

"Thank you all for tonight. Thanks for all your support. We fucking love you!", Vic basically screamed into the mic.

They played one last song before wrapping it up and ending the show.

Just as they walked off stage, my eyes caught a glimpse of a hooded figure standing by the V.I.P section, staring at the stage.

I could make out a man's face. Some stubble, but the hood covered most of his face.

I kept my eyes trained on the figure and my alert went up when I noticed something shiny in their hand.

I immediately snuck off the stage and quickly walked up behind this hooded man.

The crowd was still going wild so I didn't have to worry about making any noise.

I just had to make sure I wasn't seen.

I roughly grabbed the man and basically dragged him behind a building and pinned him against a wall.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a rather large pocket knife.

I grabbed his wrist and twisted it until he yelped and dropped the knife.

"Ahh! What the fuck?!", he growled.

"What are you doing?", I asked.

"What the hell do you mean? What are you doing? Trying to break my arm?!", he yelled.

"No. But I will if you don't answer me. Why we're you armed with that?", I asked.

"I had it in case I got mugged or something", he obviously lied to me.

I applied more pressure to his wrist and he gritted his teeth together in pain.

"Don't lie to me", I ordered, lowly.

"Shit! Okay. My girlfriend cheated on me with this fucking prick and left me for him! So I came to scare him away!", he blurted out.

I studied him and then released his wrist from my grip.

"Go home. And don't try anything like this again. I won't hesitate to break your arm. Now get out of here", I ordered.

"Who the hell are you?", he asked, rubbing his wrist.

"That doesn't matter. Now go", I said.

He stared at me like I had three heads and then quickly walked away.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. Then I bent over and picked up the knife.

I closed it and shoved it in my back pocket.

"What an idiot", I muttered to myself and walked towards the tour bus.

"Aaron! There you are! Come on! We're hitting the road again baby!", Jaime said exitedly as soon as he saw me.

I walked into the bus and put the knife away with my other weapons.

  I walked back out into the living room area and stood silently, observing the guys.

Vic was missing, but I heard the shower running.

"Did you like our show?", Jaime asked.

"You guys are really talented", I nodded.

He grinned widely.

"See? I told you guys we killed it!", he said.

"No one said we didn't", Mike rolled his eyes and pulled out a beer from the fridge.

As he opened it, a small white vapor-like substance leaked out a little.

I blinked and studied it.

Just before he took a swig, I snatched it out of his hand.

"Don't drink this", I said, observing the bottle.

"What? Why? Give it back", he said, annoyed.

I ignored him and slid my fingers on the inside of the ring of the bottle.

"Don't put your fingers in it!", he said.

I removed my fingers and observed them. The slightest bit of white was on them from where I touched the inside.

"This isn't safe to drink", I replied.

"What do you mean? How would you know?", he asked.

"That doesn't matter. You should probably throw out the other drinks in the fridge too", I said.

"What? No. It's perfectly good beer", he protested.

"No. Whoever spiked this with God knows what, most likely spiked the rest. Now throw it out or I will", I said.

Mike glared at me before rolling his eyes and snatching the beer from my hand.

He studied it and then took a swig of it.

I quickly took the beer from his hand.

"What the hell?!", I asked.

"It tastes fine", he replied, looking smug.

"That doesn't mean it wasn't spiked! Who knows what was in there. Go throw that up!", I said.

"Look, I don't know who you think you are, but you really need to stay out of our business", he rolled his eyes and pushed past me, heading towards his bunk.

I sighed and ran and hand through my hair.

Tony got up and grabbed a trash bag from one of the cupboards. Then he quietly shoved all the drinks inside.

"I trust you", he said, handing me the bag.

I looked down at it and then back at him. I gave a small nod and threw the bag in the trash.

Then I looked around once more and headed off towards my bunk.

I have about thirty minutes before that stuff Mike drank kicks in.