Well this chapter took a sudden turn. Content warning on past abuse, and a certain level of violence.
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"So... how is everyone feeling?" asks Patton as he and Thomas hands around cups of warm cream of corn soup in bowls that were delivered today, as Thomas did not have any as you remember. All six of them are in the library office, seated in chairs Roman has dragged in despite Logan's protest. But he allows it, as the Birds of Gay are very tired birds this evening, because it has been an event packed day, to say the least. Soft piano music plays, as everyone agrees that Logan's taste in music will probably offend the others the least, just bore them.
"I can hibernate for a month," says Remy, and everyone nods in agreement.
"Did you do all your tests? And got registered?" asks Logan from the three in question, tapping his foot on the floor.
"Yup," says Virgil. "We were halfway back here..."
"When we realised our silly nunm nums forgot all bout those useless doohickeys," continues Remy.
"So I had to drag them back crying and force them to take the tests. I had to bribe them with ice cream," finishes Patton. "Honestly, I feel like I went from clueless twenty year old drifter to middle aged suburban mom in one day."
"Well that's done," says Logan, inexplicably attracted to Patton even more. "Now to the meat of the matter. What do we know of The Salty League of Killer Exes?"
They share all that know and pool facts.
"Mr Scorpio Svengali is behind all of this?" Logan taps his chin. "And now he is at the head of The Division... that is horrifying."
"He must have bribed his way in using the money Arachne stole from Thomas," says Remy. "Boom! That swindler is going down."
"I can't believe she stole from me... She was my Agent since Dolon became my PA. Oh. That makes sense," says Thomas. The facts were indisputable: Arachne had made the donation to the Division using the card Logan had noted down at the Clotheshorse.
"It's all falling into place!" says Roman. "But what does Scorpio gain from this? Because becoming the Director of the Dignitary Defence Division is nice and all, but I wouldn't be ready to kill for it."
"Did they want Thomas killed?" asks Virgil suddenly. "Or any of us for that matter?"
"Why do you say so?" asks Logan. "Their intentions seem clear to me."
"I thought so too, but given how incompetent we are, it is a miracle we are still in one piece..."
"I lost the tip of my ear," points out Roman.
"... besides bruises to Roman's ego," says Virgil rolling his eyes. "But the fact stands that all those times we though we were lucky to make it out alive, we were actually overcoming very easy obstacles. I think they wanted the buzz created by a stalker killer after the It Celebrity of the month, not to kill him off."
"Why did they chose me then? There are way popular actors and singers than me..." says Thomas, because humility is one his strident virtues.
"But you are the best!" cries Roman adamantly. "I can't bear to think you hurt!"
"You are probably the only person everyone would feel personally attacked if you get hurt. Case in point: Roman," says Virgil, gesturing at Roman. "Everyone loves a ray of sunshine like you, I mean it's impossible not to. Plus you were all over the news as the next rising mega star even before the first before. You reputation was ideal for exploitation."
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Saving Primary Sanders | A Sander Sides Book
FanfictionThomas Sanders is a famous celebrity, and he gets a death threat! Logan is assigned as his Chief of Security, Roman gets to be his bodyguard, Patton is happy to be his personal assistant, Remy becomes his chauffeur because why not and Virgil is also...
