Chapter Nine

"Time to finally get revenge on Big Time Rush."

The man on the other end cleared his throat. "Um, er, sir…haven't you already gotten revenge on them? I suppose you know that they're eleven year olds, which means that they have to stop their singing career until they become teenagers again…"

"I know that!" snapped Hawk. He must have been too loud, because people were staring at him.

Since there was a long silence, Hawk spoke. "Well, what are you waiting for, Johnson? Get over there!"

Johnson worked for Hawk. That's how he got all his money. He was a very greedy man, and anyone could tell that by spending a day with him.

But his daughter loved Big Time Rush. She was only eight, too. So when Hawk called him and said that the producer wanted to take revenge on his daughter's favorite band, he hesitated a bit, but the money got the best of him.

He was currently walking towards the Palm Woods Park, looking for men up in the trees. It wasn't weird at all. In fact, it was Hawk's plan for everyone to hide up in the trees, shoot the boys with a tranquilizer gun, then kidnap them. Yes, they were going to kidnap the boys of Big Time Rush. Again. Johnson didn't know why, since they got away the first time.

And Michael Johnson knew, along with everyone else working for Hawk, that those Big Time Rush boys always found a way out of everything. One of his friends, Mason said that the boys had managed not to become tranquilized several times in London and saved the world from Moon. Four teenage boys. An evil mastermind. How did they even manage to set foot in Moon's house?

"Johnson, over there," instructed one of Hawk's henchmen. He was assigned to go behind the bushes. He wouldn't be doing anything to the boys; he would just be looking out for any sign of Gustavo or the police.

His walkie-talkie sounded. "Men, the eggs are on the frying pan, I repeat, the eggs are–"

"Why would eggs go on frying pans? Wouldn't that burn you?" Oh my…Johnson didn't work with the brightest people ever.

"Oh come on, Mark! You know what I mean!" squawked the henchman. "Get to your tree."

After a few minutes of silence, the walkie-talkie came to life again. "No! Men, what have you done?"

Johnson looked over to see what was happening. Seven men had their guns aimed at the boys. The one with a helmet dropped something, and they all bent down to pick it up. The men chose that exact same time to shoot. Obviously, they missed, and they hit each other. (Haha, Big Time Movie reference!)

"Hawk." Johnson realized he was the only one still conscious.

"What, Johnson? Did you get them?"

"No, they tranquilized each other. They're very much dimwits, in my opinion."

"Yes, Johnson. I know that. Ugh. We have to try to capture them another time then."

"Hawk, may I suggest…hiring intelligent people like myself?"

"No, I can't. It's the intelligent people that don't care about payment."

Yeah, this sucked. :P It was a pain to write, but I had to introduce Johnson somehow. Yeah, I'm thinking I'm going to add him into the fanfic! :]

And I'm sorry none of the OCs were used in this chapter.