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Fuel


The only noise present at the dinning room table at breakfast was the clattering of cutlery. John had yet to come down but word about talking to Alan – and shutting the door in his Dad's face - had quickly spread through the Tracy family. Scott's moody chewing – read grinding- and Gordon's heavy sighs every two minutes had turned the normally happy and chaotic breakfast table into a awkward and uncomfortable meal. Jeff was staring into the bottom of a cup of coffee when John stumbled downstairs trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. John quietly grabbed two slices of toast and tried to head for the door only to find Virgil blocking his way with his arms crossed at his chest.

"Really? Are we going to be this immature about it? So what if Alan called me he seems pretty calm about it and to be honest i'm sure if you called him, instead of moping around, he'd forgive you." and with that he shouldered his was past Virgil heading for the pool. Gordon let out a long suffering kind of sigh and looked up to see a piece of toast being thrown in his general direction.

"Hey what did I do?"


Alan grinned as Highway to hell blasted out of the beat up but acoustically sound radio in the workshop. He was leaning over his engine, tuning it to make sure everything was running smoothly. He laughed as he heard Thom's groaning complaining of a sore head. Oblivious to last night Thom shuffled into the shop and clambered up onto a unnaturally clean spot on the cluttered work bench. Max looked over from where he was attempting to change a tire and smiled.

"How's the head." He called over to Thom. Thom winced "Keep it down my head feels like it's been 20 rounds with Mohammed Ali."

Alan and Max were laughing at their friends misfortune when a senior walked into the workshop.

"He guys? There's a special starting in 10 minutes on channel 11 about street racing. Thought you car buffs might like to watch it, apparently it was shot locally." He said before heading back towards the common area. Alan quickly cleaned the oil from his hands with an old rag and followed the older boys to the common room.

There were only five other boys in the common room when Alan, Max and Thom arrived all of whom were older or in the same year as Max and Thom. The boys gave a quick nod of acknowledgement before grabbing some seats to the left of the tv. They chatted for a few minutes until one of the seniors hushed them as the news channels jingle played over the opening credits. Alan paid close attention as a young looking reported walked into the shot of an empty car park. One which Alan was familiar with he glanced at Thom and Max who were looking as nervous as he felt.

"This car park - now empty - was full of life last night." the reporter said. " Music and dancing liven up this desolated area but none more so than the illegal street racing which was going down here last night." The shot changed to a Hd video of two cars racing side by side down the empty street beside the car park. Alan couldn't hear what the reporter was saying as he was too busy planning a escape to Mexico. That was his black 1967 Impala pulling ahead of the neon yellow Evo and winning the race luckily the crowd swarmed his car so there wasn't a clear shot of his face, only a quick glance at some blonde locks. He felt Max nudge him and saw him give Alan a full on holy-mother-of-god-we're-dead kinda look. Alan gulped as he heard the reporter talk about a 'Al' – a new racer to the scene and a big winner.

"Rumoured only to have started about a month ago this young man is taking the racing scene by storm. He is said to be amazingly good as this video now backs this up. The shot changed to another clip of Alan's car ploughing ahead of a skyline crossing the line a few seconds before the Skyline did. "Unfortunately there is no picture of this 'Al' character's face so for now he is anonymous, but one day perhaps we will see this 'Al' winning many Nascar races. This is Pepper Dylan from channel 11 new signing out." Alan let out a relived sigh and nodded his head in the direction of the workshop to Max and Thom who quickly jumped to their feet and followed him. Alan was just praying his brother's hadn't seen that new story because they would all recognise the locks of hair if they stared long enough, or already knew he was street racing. Please John don't sell me out he begged silently.


Gordon was munching on a family sized bag of Dorritos flicking through the channels trying to find something good to watch. He paused on channel 11 realising the news was about to come on. It was good to hear about the world outside of Tracy island now and again. He heard what sounded like John and Scott approaching the living room and pulled his Dorritos closer to his body, there was no way they were stealing his crisps. He grinned as he realised there was a special report on Street Racing, as if those cars had anything on the Thunderbirds. He saw Scott nod his head in approval as the black something another crossed the line first. It was that car Alan was always talking about an impa or something. Then he saw John he looked edgy, like he knew something had gone wrong and slightly worried. Gordon frowned and quickly looked away from his older brother before he realise Gordon was staring. Maybe there was something going on but hey Johnny boy spent at least ¾ of the year on a space shuttle with hardly any social life. Who could he be worried about?


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