Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Big Time Rush.
A/N: Got to thinking about this idea for a bit. This won't be a long story, probably four chapters or so. At the end of a term, so updates won't be daily, but they will happen quickly. Have a had a crappy year, but happy to be back writing for me.
Adam Timmins, or Agent A to MI6, sat patiently in the ridiculously conspicuous car he'd been assigned that morning keeping an eye out for the teenager unfortunate enough to have his luggage switched by MI6 Agent Simon Lane. Glancing from the Queens Hotel's front door to the small in dash screen he looked at the picture pulled up there. Just in view was the pink and grey plaid back pack slung over the broad shoulder of a tall teen. The angle of the photo all but obscured the face of the young man. Adam shifted his eyes back to the hotel.
Gaggles of girls had begun to arrive, crowding around security barricades meant to keep them well away from the hotel's entrance. A few screamed as any car with tinted windows approached the front the hotel; the rest stared, anxiously, as the cars would stop and a rich, yet unimportant to them, person stepped from it and entered the hotel. He rolled his eyes as the girls repeated the actions four times before a large white van pulled up in front of the hotel. Silence greeted the van. At least until the door opened and one by one the members of Big Time Rush and their entourage clambered from the van.
Adam watched as each boy took a moment to stretch before waving to the screaming gaggles of girls; their smiles bright and electric despite the obvious exhaustion from travel in their eyes. Turning their backs to the screaming gaggles of girls, the boys stood shoulder to shoulder eyes tiredly taking in the imposing form of the Queens Hotel. He watched as they chatted amongst themselves until a large man approached them. Following behind the man was a younger woman, a hardbound notebook clutched in her hands. Adam watched as they spoke to the tired, yet smiling, boys seemingly going over a list of dos and don'ts. He smiled as they headed away from the gaggles of screaming girls and the bellhop loading luggage onto a cart to enter the hotel.
"Agent A to MI6," Adam said into his watch, eyes following the group of Americans as they disappeared through the glass doors of the hotel. "The package has arrived." His hand rested on the door handle as he waited for MI6's word to go.
"Proceed with caution," came the reply.
"Copy that," he said, pulling the handle to open the door. Sliding quickly from the car, Adam followed behind the boy band and their management. He watched as the large man, their manager he assumed, ordered them to not move; only to be corrected by his assistant. A smile tugged at Adam's lips as the teenage boys shouted "move out" before scattering to separate areas of the hotel's lobby.
A pale, small brunet headed up the stairs to the second floor of the lobby. A taller, tanned brunet headed off in search of something Adam didn't care about. The shortest of the group of boys slid a pair on sunglasses on to his face and began feeling his way around the lobby. Letting out a huff of air at the sight, Adam spied the boy he was looking. The tall blond, with the pink, plaid backpack slung over his shoulder. The boy was leaned against a cabinet along the far side of the lobby, perusing the travel brochures.
Ignoring the other boys of the group and their locations, Adam moved quickly across the open lobby toward his target. Settling next to the unaware teenager, Adam leaned against the cabinet's counter, reached out and picked up a brochure.
"So many places to visit, aren't there?" he said, not looking up from the paper in his hands.
"Yeah," the boy said.
"Know where you want to visit first?" Adam, refolded the paper and replaced it in the plastic holder.
"I'd kind of like to visit the EYE first, but have to vote on where we go first," the boy said, replacing his brochure as well.
"Here's the deal," Adam said, leaning closer to the teen. "We're leaving, you and I. You're going to come along quietly. Make a scene and every single person in this lobby is dead."
He watched as defiance, anger, and fear filtered across the younger man's face. He fought a smile as he watched the blond's shoulders slump, and his green eyes scan over the lobby as he quickly mulled over what he'd just been told. He'd won this part of gaining the backpack. The blond bowed his head in a poorly executed nod, before mumbling out an "all right."
Keeping close to teen, Adam lead them across the lobby and out the front doors of the hotel just as the man seemingly in charge of the boy band bellowed "DOGS!"
He led them away from the gaggles of girls, away from the car he'd driven to the hotel in toward an alley way a half block from the Queens Hotel. Just as they reached a different vehicle, Adam deftly removed his watch and smashed it against the brick wall of a pub.
"Give me the backpack and get in," he said, holding his hand out to the green eyed teen.
"Why?"
"A.) I want what's in this bag. And B.) you're going to help me distract everyone from what I'm really doing. Get in the car."
"You want my stuff?"
"That's not what's in here." Adam gave the bag now firmly in his grasp a light shake. "In the car."
Lightly shaking, the teen opened the door and climbed in the car. Satisfied with his control over the younger man, Adam slid behind the wheel. Hitting the door lock, Adam turned to the blond in the passenger seat. Wordlessly he reached for the glove box, enjoying the way the teen attempted to move away from him. With a flick of his wrist, Adam popped open the door to the glove box and pulled out a small bottle and a cloth.
"What's that for?" Fear was more than evident in the young man's voice.
"I'm sorry," Adam started. "but I never bothered to get your name."
"Kendall."
"Well, Kendall, this is chloroform."
"Can't you just let me go?"
"I truly am sorry, Kendall," Adam said, seconds before his hands came up to Kendall's head. One hand tangled in the blond's hair as the other firmly pressed the chloroformed cloth over Kendall's nose and mouth. Startled by the sudden movement, the teen gasped and grabbed at Adam's wrist. Within seconds the teens efforts to free himself slowed, his arms dropping heavily dropping to his lap.