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A Decision to be Made
(Title by Cgruber)
Chapter 2
Alan looked up at the portrait on the wall from his father's side. He looked back down at his father. He had to make up his mind. His heart was torn between his father and to answer Johns call for International Rescue. He looked back at up at the portrait. Then he heard his father gasping for air. Alan looked back down at Jeff, who whispered very lightly,
"International……….." and then drifted back off into unconscious. Alan decision was clear to go help International Rescue. It is what his father wanted. Alan jumped back up on his feet and ran into the lounge, where all five portraits where held. He stepped behind his father's desk and flipped the switch to open communications. He paused as to think rather to tell John or not about their father's situation. He decided not to worry his brother when he's all the way up in space miles away from no one.
"Go head John!"
"Alan what are you doing up. Where's Dad?"
"I got matters to attend here John. Is anything wrong which International Rescue is needed?"
"Well a seismic volcano which was inactive for 200 years now just decided to wake and the problem is that there is an oil refinery. I am keeping an eye on the situation." John looked up from his instruments and looked more thoroughly at Alan. He could sense that something was wrong. "What's wrong Alan? Why is there tension in your voice? You're not telling me something."
Alan looked away from the monitor on the wall and lied directly to his face. "Nothing is wrong John. I got to go wake up Scott now."
"Okay Alan F.A.B"
Alan flipped the switch to close out the signal. He ran from the lounge back into the kitchen and slid to be at his father's side. He was looking more pail then he last seen him. His pulse is still weak but at least he was breathing. He looked at his father as he ran his hand through his peppered hair. What should I do? He doesn't seem to be in any pain but why does he look so pail? What made him like this? I don't know what to do. Scott should know.
Alan ran from the kitchen back down to the hallway where Scott room laid dormant. He forcefully opened the door causing a huge bang on the wall but still no effect. Scott laid in his bed fully asleep. Alan walked right next to his bed and then whispers "Scott! Scott! Wake up!" He paused for a few moments and waited for a reaction. All he heard as a light snore. The tried again more forcefully. This time trying to shake him awake but no effect, he walked around to the other side of the bed and placed his face right up in his. He could smell brandy. Man me must be past out from the scotch. Man it will be hours before he can wake up again.
Alan walked back out into the hallway. Once again he felt the hair on the back of his neck. He turned around to see if anyone was there. He glanced back at the mirror once again but nothing. He felt like something or someone was watching him. Then he heard a noise. He ran back out into the kitchen where his Jeff was laying on the floor. This time something was different. Someone shot Jeff in the …………………
