Hobbies
Eberts smiled, pressed
enter, and then clicked "File" at the top of the screen. He scrolled down and
chose "Save As."
Nervously, he looked
around to see that no one was watching, typed in "DApt2" and then pressed enter
again.
Wiping his hands (slightly
sweaty from nervousness) on his suit's jacket, he stood up quickly and exited
the small room.
The next time Eberts had
a chance, he went back to the small room and turned the slow little computer on
again. When his Windows program had started, he double-clicked on "Microsoft
Internet Explorer" and waited for his computer to log onto the Internet.
Immediately, he typed
"http://www.fanfiction.net" into the browser's address slot and when he was
there he clicked on "Authors" and typed in "secretagentman101@hotmail.com" and
his password.
Up came the author's
screen. Glancing nervously behind him, he began the process of uploading his
newest story.
"Warning! Slash! If you
don't like that please, PLEASE don't read this! Bobby and Arnaud meet up at a
beach and find they have something in common after all—Darien."
Finally, looking very
self-satisfied, he pressed "Upload Story" and waited.
When the page that said
"Story submission sucessful" came up, he typed in "www.scifi.com/invisibleman"
and waited rather impatiently for the page to load. He tried to keep track of
any people going by the door with his peripheral vision—and found that it was
harder than he'd thought.
He clicked on "BBOARD,"
then "post new article," and hastily typed his screenname and password into the
appropriate boxes.
"New fanfic!" Eberts
typed into the subject line, and then underneath it, "Hey everyone, just wanted
you guys all to know I posted my latest fic at FF.net! It is (as usual) a slash
fic, but this time, since FrenchPea requested, I DID put Arnaud in it. Okay, I
gotta run, but please read, review, and let me know what you think!
–SecretAgentEberts"
The article posted and
he shut down the computer and dashed out of the room. He thought he could hear
the Official calling him.
In a large house in the
suburbs of a city in Indiana, a young woman squealed happily as she read her
favorite author's newest BBOARD post. "He DID put Arnie in!" she exclaimed
joyfully.
Hastily she typed in a
URL and waited for the page to load. She clicked on a link and found "The
Invisible Man" in the listing and then…
"YES!" she yelled
happily. "For the Common Good by Secret Agent Eberts. Rated—NC-17."
She clicked the title
and began to read.
"Bobby Hobbes, agent for
what had formerly been the US Dept. of Fish and Game, climbed out of his car
and looked around at the beach…"
Darien Fawkes sat down
at the computer. What the hell had Eberts been doing in here? That's what he
wanted to know. 'Hey, I'm a born snoop. That's not my fault,' he thought with a
grin.
He clicked the "Start"
button and a menu popped up. "Lessee," he grunted, "Recent documents."
The most recent thing
opened had been something called "For the Common Good." He opened it with
Microsoft Word and started reading it.
As he progressed down
the pages, his chocolate-brown eyes began to widen.
Darien coughed.
Another page.
Darien blushed. Bright
red.
His eyes were about as
wide as plates. Blood began to trickle slowly from his nose.
He continued to scroll
down.
"Lord." The red trickle from his nose was about to
increase to full force. He pulled a napkin or tissue or—something! -- out of
his pocket and held it to his nose.
Finally, he reached the
end.
He stood up, clutching
the bloodstained something to his nose, and exited the room.
"I really need to get to
know Eberts better…"
The End!
