same pattern, they'd lure Steve away from the crowd traffid over to their equipment trailer, where they'd lure him inside and then proceed to sadistically beat his abs and whip him for their pleasure.

Only this time, Tommy, Scott, and Derek would be right behind, and just before Steve ehe trailer, the three teens would use the Tasers to subdue their prey, hustle them into the trailer, handcuff their hands and ankles, and thehe crap out of them with the billy clubs. At least,that was the plan. Tommy was sure it would work.

The day of the cert arrived and the four teens arrived at the fairgrounds. They mao smuggle all their special gear past the ticket-takers in a knapsack stuffed with t-shirts and a few magazines. "Okay," Tommy told the others, "spread out and find the roadies. Steve, you're with me. Derek, you go with Scott. Scott, it's really important that they don't see you and me or they might know something is up." "Gotcha," said Scott. "Okay," said Tommy. "As soon as you see them, call the rest of us on the walkie talkie, okay?"

The four teens split up and each worked a different area of the huge moshpit area in front of the stage. The opening bands had played and no sign of the three bullying roadies. Tommy was starting to worry that they had left the tour or wouldn't show, but then his walkie-talkie crackled with Scott's voice.

"I'm over at the right side of the stage and all three of them are here," Scott said. "Okay, get out of there and I'll send Steve over," Tommy said.

"I guess it's show time," said Steve, pulling his t-shirt over his head to reveal his beautifully muscled torso.

"Now don't be too obvious," said Tommy. "Just kind of mosh around and make sure they get a good look at you." "Okay," said Steve, and ran off into the pit.

Scott and Derek came over to Tommy. "You sure they didn't see you?" asked Tommy. "Yeah, pretty sure," said Scott. "I retty careful."

"Okay, let's go find a spot to wait," Tommy said.

The three found a protected knoll just above the stage where they could lay in the grass and watch the moshpit. Ben, Ted, and Gus were ihick of it, their huge bare torsos glistening in the sun. The three looked to be in eveer shape than before, their shoulders bulging with muscle and their big beefy arms swinging wildly i, raining blows on unsuspeg moshers. The three had clearly spotted Steve. Tommy and the others watched at the three bruisers passed signals bad forth and snickered into each other's ears while watg the muscular teen dance.

Finally, the band fis encore ahe stage. Steve, as had been arranged, hung back a moment to give the others time to get into position, and then started to walk toward the parking lot.