'YES JOHNNY!' Virgil shrieked bouncing up and down as his brother scored
another goal, Virgil stared in curiosity when he realised his brother
wasn't celebrating ,and noticed Scott's dark frown.
'Scott.........' he said, his brother continued to frown into space.
'Scott!' Virgil tried again.
Scott looked at him then, he stared hard at the phone in his hands.
'Sorry Virg, what did you say?'
Virgil stared at his brother, 'duh, you just missed John score a goal!'
'Oh that's great!' Scott answered distractedly, as he keyed a number into his phone.
Virgil was worried now, it wasn't like Scott to be distracted at a game, espescially one where one of his brothers was playing. Virgil quickly sat,
'Hey, what's up?'
Scott raised the phone to his ear and held up a hand to silence his brother. After a few seconds, he shook his head.
'Voicemail' he muttered.
'What's the problem?'
'It's the guys' Scott began raising his eyes till his brother could see the concern etched into them. 'I don't know what happened but we just got cut off mid conversation.'
'Is that it?' Virgil sighed, annoyed that it was nothing more serious. Scott really had this overprotective racket down to a tee. 'I thought someone had died or something.'
'Virg, this is serious, I can't get through to them.'
'So? You know Gordo, he's probably so excited that he's hung up and gone to tell everyone.'
'I don't think so' Scott replied, 'he said something, he said 'Scott you've got to....' and then he hung up.'
'Maybe Alan's battery went dead, try Gordo's phone.'
'I just did, all I got was his voicemail.'
'Scott I'm sure it's nothing to worry about' Virgil stated before turning his attention back to the game.
Scott frowned and tried Alan's phone again. He had a bad feeling about this and history had taught him to trust his bad feelings. Something was wrong, Scott would bet his life on it.
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'Give me your phone, now!' the man in black shouted at Gordon who still clutched Alan's mobile in his hand.
'Listen I don't know what the hell is going on here......' Gordon replied scowling defiantly at the man, 'but if you think we're just gonna take this lying down then you've got another thing coming mister!'
Alan winced as his brother's statement hung in the air.
The man who was presently ushering the youngest Tracy's towards a black sedan parked at the roadside, pushed the gun into Gordon's back.
'Give me the phone' he growled, his voice dangerously low.
Alan shot Gordon a warning look and then visibly relaxed when his brother sighed and gave their captor the phone. Gordon's penchant for speaking his mind, to hell with the consequences was always getting him into trouble. Alan's first memory of his brother's lack of tact was of a 7 year old Gordon being the first child escorted from church when he announced to the congregation at mass, that church was boring and they should all go home because God wouldn't want them to be bored. Jeff had tried to reprimand Gordon but found he couldn't as Gordon was only speaking the truth, besides Jeff had secretly found the whole scenario amusing. Unfortunately Alan thought, this situation was totally different. He felt more than a little worried that Gordon's mouth would get them into more trouble than they were already in.
And boy were they in trouble Alan thought as they reached the black sedan.The balaclava clad man, who Alan decided to christen Darth Vader, shoved them into the backseat. Alan gave a sharp intake of breath as the driver turned around to face them. Gordon pretended not to be bothered but they both recognised the mis-shapen nose and black eyes that stared back at them.
'Simon?' Alan whispered in shock.
Simon Fallon smiled and then turned to his partner, 'well done' he said, 'any problems?'
'Nope' Darth Vader replied, then he titled his head towards Gordon, 'kid was on the phone but I've got it now.'
Simon nodded, then turned on the engine,'that'll be good for the ransom demand later, untracable. We've got 10 minutes to the nearest town' he told Darth, 'so no-one should find the bus till then, even the emergency services can't get here that fast.' He pulled the car away, from the roadside.
'I guess you're wondering why I'm doing this hey boys?' Simon asked fixing them with a stare in the mirror.
'Nope' Gordon said angrily, 'this is your twisted idea of revenge for dad bringing you to justice isn't it?'
Simon's eyes flashed in anger, 'You're dad and I were partners, he had no right to rat me out'.
'You were swindling the company' Alan interrupted, 'taking bribes, manipulating people, did you really think you wouldn't end up in jail? What the hell do you think he should have done?'
Simon clenched the wheel furiously, 'Um....let me see.....NOT REPORT ME TO THE POLICE!'
'You know jail's done nothing for your people skills.' Gordon stated sarcastically.
'SHUT UP!!!' Simon hissed.
Gordon didn't, 'You're lucky you didn't get more than 5 years, embezzlement's a serious crime you know.'
Simon just gave an evil smirk, 'well now I've got something your dad wants, maybe I'll get what I've waited for for 5 years.'
'And what's that?' Alan asked swallowing, he wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer.
'Revenge!'
It was only then that Alan realised that Fallon hadn't covered his face. If he was letting them see his face then it was clear that he wasn't planning on letting them go, alive.
Alan shared an uneasy glance with his brother, it was clear that Gordon had the same thought. Alan figured he must have looked afraid or something because Gordon reached a hand out to find his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Alan smiled greatfull for the small gesture of comfort, but an iciness filled his stomach even as he squeezed Gordon's hand back. This was not looking good.
It was then that he remembered his brother's phone. He peered at Gordon's jacket pocket meaningfully, Gordon gave a small nod of the head, understanding. Alan allowed himself a small moment of relief. If Gordo still had his phone there was a chance they could contact their brothers and still make it out of this alive.
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Gordon however was not prepared to wait that long to be rescued. Never known for his patience, he eyed the door-handle suggestively, if they both opened their doors and rolled, they could escape with minimum injury. He kicked Alan's leg getting his little brother's attention, then directed his gaze at the door handle and then back at his brother's face. Alan nodded, he had gathered what his brother meant. Unfortunately so had Fallon. As Gordon and Alan each reached for a door handle the electronic locks, shot down preventing their escape.
'Nice try boys' Fallon smiled evily, 'next time,try and be a little less obvious!'
As he and his partner laughed, Gordon felt the rage building up inside him. He was going to smash this guy's face in at the first chance. He and Alan were 6 feet and 6 feet 1 respectfully and he couldn't wait till that coward put the gun down and faced them man to man, Gordon had the distinct feeling that Fallon wouldn't be so cocky then.
Alan looked at him miserably and Gordon frowned. It was up to him to get them out of this, after all he was a whole year older than his brother. He had to come up with a plan, he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate again, as it had been doing 5 or 6 times since he'd hung up on Scott. Good, he thought, they've figured out that something's wrong, it wouldn't be long before his brothers found out what had happened and until then Gordon would bide his time until he could use his phone, alert his brothers, and give Fallon what was coming to him.
He turned to gaze out the window as they drove steadily along, he wasn't sure where they were now, only that they were pretty far out of the bus- route. He was concentrating so hard on where they were going that he jumped when a loud noise filled the air. The flintstones again, it took a mere second until Gordon's mind registered it was the phone, he smiled in happiness, 'Scott.' he whispered.
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Ring Ring.....Ring Ring........
Scott clutched the phone to his ear, 'come on Alan, answer!'
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Fallon and Darth looked at each other in suprise.
'What should I do?' he asked as the phone continued it's tune in his hand.
'Give it here' Fallon ordered, holding the phone in one hand and the steering wheel in the other. He snorted when he looked at the name on the phone, 'Scott!' he uttered, 'that guy always was a pain!'
Alan glanced at Gordon, both were wondering what Fallon would do. Both were disappointed when he pressed the cancel button and the car fell silent.
'I'll contact them when I'm ready.' he told Darth, 'let's let them stew over the missing babies of the family for a while.'
Gordon shook his head angrily and turned back to staring out the window.
Alan morosely did the same, he knew that their family would be out of their minds with worry when they found out what had happened, he hated the thought of any of them in pain.
Sighing inwardly as he watched the rain beginning to fall on his window, Alan swallowed as he let the thought he hadn't let himself think since this had began ,creep into his head, what if we don't make it out of this. He pushed that thought quickly to the back of his mind. We'll make it out of this, he told himself, we'll be fine, still he couldn't help feeling that something awful was going to happen, and this, this was just the beginning.
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'Hi you've reached Alan, sorry I'm not available right now,' Scott cursed as his baby brother's cheerful voice filtered from the phone, 'if you're one of the lucky ladies who have recently been given my number press 1, if you are a family member or friend press 2, if you're a discruntled ex, I'd advise you to hang up, because i will not call back. Leave me a message after the beep.'
Scott got straight to the point, 'Alan,where are you? Call me back when you get this.'
'Yes,go J, come on!' Virgil was yelling as Scott stood and joined him. Scott looked at Virgil and struggled to keep the grin from his face. His brother looked more than a little deranged, his hair was plastered to his skull and rain was pouring down his face, he was jumping up and down and shouting like a maniac to boot.
'Wet and crazy's a good look for you Virg!' he told his brother patting him on the shoulder as he moved beside him. His own sweater starting to become heavy from the rain.
'Huh?' Virgil asked, confused.
'Never mind.' Scott said, 'do you think they'll cancel the game?' As he spoke a rumble of thunder boomed from the grey skies above them and the rain which had begun as a drizzle started to pour.
'Well Done Scott!' Virgil said, as though the change in weather was his brother's fault, 'you've jinxed it now.'
Scott looked at his brother in mock outrage.
Virgil turned back to the game, which despite the weather was continuing. Scott caught a glimpse of his brother's blue jersey before he dashed past them and decided to turn his attention to the big screen where he could see the action clearly. As John weaved his way through the defenders Virgil turned to his brother.
'You get through to the squirts?' he asked, never taking his eyes from the screen.
Scott shook his head, 'nope,' the nagging feeling returned, 'I'll ring home in about 10 minutes, they should be back by then and I can see why they hung up on me. Whatever their excuse is they're going to get a serious lecture for worrying me.'
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Virgil didn't doubt it. At some point in all four of their lives the youngest four Tracys had been on the recieving end of one of Scott's lectures. Gordon in particular felt that Scott had swallowed the responsibility of an entire town when he was born. Scott in turn felt that Gordon's total lack of responsibility was down to his father dropping him on the head as a baby. Their totally opposite natures were a constant source of amusement for their brothers, all three felt they were somewhere in between, but Virgil had always felt that John leant towards Scott's sense of responsibility and Alan towards Gordon's laid-back nature. Virgil liked a bit of both. He went to Scott if he had a problem, as they all did, and Gordon if he wanted a chat, or some fun. Although they had different personalities, to the suprise of their father and brothers the two were close. Scott managed to temper out Gordon's relaxed attitude and Gordon was the only one able to lighten the eldest tracy boy up. Recently the two had taken to training together, Scott had been Gordon's swimming partner, helping him train. Although predictably this had resulted in some friction, but between Scott's innate quality of mothering his brothers and Gordon's fierce independance there was bound to be some disagreement. However their competitive natures made the training an over-riding success and Virgil always felt strangely comforted hearing the furious whistle-blowing of Scotts and Gordon's laughing reply of, 'any more blowing and you're gonna choke on that whistle', every morning.
The dark sky flashed as lightening illuminated the sky, Virgil kept his eyes on the screen. He wasn't really suprised to hear the whistle going, what did suprise him was the look on John's face as the coach whispered something to him as the players exited the pitch. The big screen on him, John's eyes widened and he stared horrified at the coach. Virgil shared an uneasy glance with Scott.
'Now what do you suppose that's about?' Scott asked, wiping the rain from his eyes. They'd both noticed the expression on their younger brother's face. As people began to boo at the early finish of the game, the big screen flashed to a reporter.
'Just what is going on?' Virgil muttered incredulously as everyone watched the screen. He barely noticed John sprinting up to them,
'guys.......' was all he said. His face stricken and pale, he glanced up at the screen.
'I am reporting from Aberleigh High School' the reporter began, the crowd gasped, they were next door to the High School, the school and college being next to each other. 'First reports indicate that the driver of a school bus has been shot and unconfirmed reports suggest that two children are missing, I must stress these are unconfirmed.'
Virgil's mouth dropped open, form the corner of his eye, he saw Scott lift a hand to his mouth. John shook his head in shock.
'We don't know if it was their bus.' he said his voice shaking.
'Shhhhh!' Virgil said to his brother as the camera picked up a body bag being placed into an ambulance. Then it showed clips of shocked looking passengers being led from the bus.
'Oh my God, that's Laura Dyson' John blurted out unable to contain himself, 'she gets their bus.'
Scott's eyes never left the screen, 'do you see them?' he asked. His voice low and serious, his eyes searching frantically for either of his brothers.
'No' Virgil replied, his heart beating so fast it was threatening to jump out of his chest.
'I don't either' John whispered, his chest rose and fell rapidly, he was panicked.
'Why can't we see them?' Scott murmered, trance-like, 'come on guys, where are you?'
Scott recieved his answer when all the passengers left the bus, with the exception of two, Gordon and Alan.
'Oh My God' Virgil shouted as lightening illuminated his terrified eyes, 'they're not there, they're not there Scott!'
Scott knew this was his cue to say something reassuring and calming but he found he couldn't. Later Scott would swear that he was actually paralysed with fear,for he could think of nothing but the fate of his youngest brothers. As the lightening zigzagged across the sky Scott stared up into the storm, 'WHERE ARE THEY!' he screamed, falling to his knees, but he recieved no answer. 'YOU'RE NOT TAKING THEM! YOU HEAR ME?' he shouted into the sky as his brothers watched their most together brother, fall apart, 'YOU'RE NOT TAKING THEM!'
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WHERE ARE ALAN AND GORDON BEING TAKEN? WILL SCOTT STOP HIS CRAZY BEHAVIOUR AND TAKE SOME EVASIVE ACTION? MNNNNN,JOHN IN FOOTBALLER'S KIT....... sorry went off track there.
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'Scott.........' he said, his brother continued to frown into space.
'Scott!' Virgil tried again.
Scott looked at him then, he stared hard at the phone in his hands.
'Sorry Virg, what did you say?'
Virgil stared at his brother, 'duh, you just missed John score a goal!'
'Oh that's great!' Scott answered distractedly, as he keyed a number into his phone.
Virgil was worried now, it wasn't like Scott to be distracted at a game, espescially one where one of his brothers was playing. Virgil quickly sat,
'Hey, what's up?'
Scott raised the phone to his ear and held up a hand to silence his brother. After a few seconds, he shook his head.
'Voicemail' he muttered.
'What's the problem?'
'It's the guys' Scott began raising his eyes till his brother could see the concern etched into them. 'I don't know what happened but we just got cut off mid conversation.'
'Is that it?' Virgil sighed, annoyed that it was nothing more serious. Scott really had this overprotective racket down to a tee. 'I thought someone had died or something.'
'Virg, this is serious, I can't get through to them.'
'So? You know Gordo, he's probably so excited that he's hung up and gone to tell everyone.'
'I don't think so' Scott replied, 'he said something, he said 'Scott you've got to....' and then he hung up.'
'Maybe Alan's battery went dead, try Gordo's phone.'
'I just did, all I got was his voicemail.'
'Scott I'm sure it's nothing to worry about' Virgil stated before turning his attention back to the game.
Scott frowned and tried Alan's phone again. He had a bad feeling about this and history had taught him to trust his bad feelings. Something was wrong, Scott would bet his life on it.
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'Give me your phone, now!' the man in black shouted at Gordon who still clutched Alan's mobile in his hand.
'Listen I don't know what the hell is going on here......' Gordon replied scowling defiantly at the man, 'but if you think we're just gonna take this lying down then you've got another thing coming mister!'
Alan winced as his brother's statement hung in the air.
The man who was presently ushering the youngest Tracy's towards a black sedan parked at the roadside, pushed the gun into Gordon's back.
'Give me the phone' he growled, his voice dangerously low.
Alan shot Gordon a warning look and then visibly relaxed when his brother sighed and gave their captor the phone. Gordon's penchant for speaking his mind, to hell with the consequences was always getting him into trouble. Alan's first memory of his brother's lack of tact was of a 7 year old Gordon being the first child escorted from church when he announced to the congregation at mass, that church was boring and they should all go home because God wouldn't want them to be bored. Jeff had tried to reprimand Gordon but found he couldn't as Gordon was only speaking the truth, besides Jeff had secretly found the whole scenario amusing. Unfortunately Alan thought, this situation was totally different. He felt more than a little worried that Gordon's mouth would get them into more trouble than they were already in.
And boy were they in trouble Alan thought as they reached the black sedan.The balaclava clad man, who Alan decided to christen Darth Vader, shoved them into the backseat. Alan gave a sharp intake of breath as the driver turned around to face them. Gordon pretended not to be bothered but they both recognised the mis-shapen nose and black eyes that stared back at them.
'Simon?' Alan whispered in shock.
Simon Fallon smiled and then turned to his partner, 'well done' he said, 'any problems?'
'Nope' Darth Vader replied, then he titled his head towards Gordon, 'kid was on the phone but I've got it now.'
Simon nodded, then turned on the engine,'that'll be good for the ransom demand later, untracable. We've got 10 minutes to the nearest town' he told Darth, 'so no-one should find the bus till then, even the emergency services can't get here that fast.' He pulled the car away, from the roadside.
'I guess you're wondering why I'm doing this hey boys?' Simon asked fixing them with a stare in the mirror.
'Nope' Gordon said angrily, 'this is your twisted idea of revenge for dad bringing you to justice isn't it?'
Simon's eyes flashed in anger, 'You're dad and I were partners, he had no right to rat me out'.
'You were swindling the company' Alan interrupted, 'taking bribes, manipulating people, did you really think you wouldn't end up in jail? What the hell do you think he should have done?'
Simon clenched the wheel furiously, 'Um....let me see.....NOT REPORT ME TO THE POLICE!'
'You know jail's done nothing for your people skills.' Gordon stated sarcastically.
'SHUT UP!!!' Simon hissed.
Gordon didn't, 'You're lucky you didn't get more than 5 years, embezzlement's a serious crime you know.'
Simon just gave an evil smirk, 'well now I've got something your dad wants, maybe I'll get what I've waited for for 5 years.'
'And what's that?' Alan asked swallowing, he wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer.
'Revenge!'
It was only then that Alan realised that Fallon hadn't covered his face. If he was letting them see his face then it was clear that he wasn't planning on letting them go, alive.
Alan shared an uneasy glance with his brother, it was clear that Gordon had the same thought. Alan figured he must have looked afraid or something because Gordon reached a hand out to find his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Alan smiled greatfull for the small gesture of comfort, but an iciness filled his stomach even as he squeezed Gordon's hand back. This was not looking good.
It was then that he remembered his brother's phone. He peered at Gordon's jacket pocket meaningfully, Gordon gave a small nod of the head, understanding. Alan allowed himself a small moment of relief. If Gordo still had his phone there was a chance they could contact their brothers and still make it out of this alive.
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Gordon however was not prepared to wait that long to be rescued. Never known for his patience, he eyed the door-handle suggestively, if they both opened their doors and rolled, they could escape with minimum injury. He kicked Alan's leg getting his little brother's attention, then directed his gaze at the door handle and then back at his brother's face. Alan nodded, he had gathered what his brother meant. Unfortunately so had Fallon. As Gordon and Alan each reached for a door handle the electronic locks, shot down preventing their escape.
'Nice try boys' Fallon smiled evily, 'next time,try and be a little less obvious!'
As he and his partner laughed, Gordon felt the rage building up inside him. He was going to smash this guy's face in at the first chance. He and Alan were 6 feet and 6 feet 1 respectfully and he couldn't wait till that coward put the gun down and faced them man to man, Gordon had the distinct feeling that Fallon wouldn't be so cocky then.
Alan looked at him miserably and Gordon frowned. It was up to him to get them out of this, after all he was a whole year older than his brother. He had to come up with a plan, he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate again, as it had been doing 5 or 6 times since he'd hung up on Scott. Good, he thought, they've figured out that something's wrong, it wouldn't be long before his brothers found out what had happened and until then Gordon would bide his time until he could use his phone, alert his brothers, and give Fallon what was coming to him.
He turned to gaze out the window as they drove steadily along, he wasn't sure where they were now, only that they were pretty far out of the bus- route. He was concentrating so hard on where they were going that he jumped when a loud noise filled the air. The flintstones again, it took a mere second until Gordon's mind registered it was the phone, he smiled in happiness, 'Scott.' he whispered.
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Ring Ring.....Ring Ring........
Scott clutched the phone to his ear, 'come on Alan, answer!'
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Fallon and Darth looked at each other in suprise.
'What should I do?' he asked as the phone continued it's tune in his hand.
'Give it here' Fallon ordered, holding the phone in one hand and the steering wheel in the other. He snorted when he looked at the name on the phone, 'Scott!' he uttered, 'that guy always was a pain!'
Alan glanced at Gordon, both were wondering what Fallon would do. Both were disappointed when he pressed the cancel button and the car fell silent.
'I'll contact them when I'm ready.' he told Darth, 'let's let them stew over the missing babies of the family for a while.'
Gordon shook his head angrily and turned back to staring out the window.
Alan morosely did the same, he knew that their family would be out of their minds with worry when they found out what had happened, he hated the thought of any of them in pain.
Sighing inwardly as he watched the rain beginning to fall on his window, Alan swallowed as he let the thought he hadn't let himself think since this had began ,creep into his head, what if we don't make it out of this. He pushed that thought quickly to the back of his mind. We'll make it out of this, he told himself, we'll be fine, still he couldn't help feeling that something awful was going to happen, and this, this was just the beginning.
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'Hi you've reached Alan, sorry I'm not available right now,' Scott cursed as his baby brother's cheerful voice filtered from the phone, 'if you're one of the lucky ladies who have recently been given my number press 1, if you are a family member or friend press 2, if you're a discruntled ex, I'd advise you to hang up, because i will not call back. Leave me a message after the beep.'
Scott got straight to the point, 'Alan,where are you? Call me back when you get this.'
'Yes,go J, come on!' Virgil was yelling as Scott stood and joined him. Scott looked at Virgil and struggled to keep the grin from his face. His brother looked more than a little deranged, his hair was plastered to his skull and rain was pouring down his face, he was jumping up and down and shouting like a maniac to boot.
'Wet and crazy's a good look for you Virg!' he told his brother patting him on the shoulder as he moved beside him. His own sweater starting to become heavy from the rain.
'Huh?' Virgil asked, confused.
'Never mind.' Scott said, 'do you think they'll cancel the game?' As he spoke a rumble of thunder boomed from the grey skies above them and the rain which had begun as a drizzle started to pour.
'Well Done Scott!' Virgil said, as though the change in weather was his brother's fault, 'you've jinxed it now.'
Scott looked at his brother in mock outrage.
Virgil turned back to the game, which despite the weather was continuing. Scott caught a glimpse of his brother's blue jersey before he dashed past them and decided to turn his attention to the big screen where he could see the action clearly. As John weaved his way through the defenders Virgil turned to his brother.
'You get through to the squirts?' he asked, never taking his eyes from the screen.
Scott shook his head, 'nope,' the nagging feeling returned, 'I'll ring home in about 10 minutes, they should be back by then and I can see why they hung up on me. Whatever their excuse is they're going to get a serious lecture for worrying me.'
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Virgil didn't doubt it. At some point in all four of their lives the youngest four Tracys had been on the recieving end of one of Scott's lectures. Gordon in particular felt that Scott had swallowed the responsibility of an entire town when he was born. Scott in turn felt that Gordon's total lack of responsibility was down to his father dropping him on the head as a baby. Their totally opposite natures were a constant source of amusement for their brothers, all three felt they were somewhere in between, but Virgil had always felt that John leant towards Scott's sense of responsibility and Alan towards Gordon's laid-back nature. Virgil liked a bit of both. He went to Scott if he had a problem, as they all did, and Gordon if he wanted a chat, or some fun. Although they had different personalities, to the suprise of their father and brothers the two were close. Scott managed to temper out Gordon's relaxed attitude and Gordon was the only one able to lighten the eldest tracy boy up. Recently the two had taken to training together, Scott had been Gordon's swimming partner, helping him train. Although predictably this had resulted in some friction, but between Scott's innate quality of mothering his brothers and Gordon's fierce independance there was bound to be some disagreement. However their competitive natures made the training an over-riding success and Virgil always felt strangely comforted hearing the furious whistle-blowing of Scotts and Gordon's laughing reply of, 'any more blowing and you're gonna choke on that whistle', every morning.
The dark sky flashed as lightening illuminated the sky, Virgil kept his eyes on the screen. He wasn't really suprised to hear the whistle going, what did suprise him was the look on John's face as the coach whispered something to him as the players exited the pitch. The big screen on him, John's eyes widened and he stared horrified at the coach. Virgil shared an uneasy glance with Scott.
'Now what do you suppose that's about?' Scott asked, wiping the rain from his eyes. They'd both noticed the expression on their younger brother's face. As people began to boo at the early finish of the game, the big screen flashed to a reporter.
'Just what is going on?' Virgil muttered incredulously as everyone watched the screen. He barely noticed John sprinting up to them,
'guys.......' was all he said. His face stricken and pale, he glanced up at the screen.
'I am reporting from Aberleigh High School' the reporter began, the crowd gasped, they were next door to the High School, the school and college being next to each other. 'First reports indicate that the driver of a school bus has been shot and unconfirmed reports suggest that two children are missing, I must stress these are unconfirmed.'
Virgil's mouth dropped open, form the corner of his eye, he saw Scott lift a hand to his mouth. John shook his head in shock.
'We don't know if it was their bus.' he said his voice shaking.
'Shhhhh!' Virgil said to his brother as the camera picked up a body bag being placed into an ambulance. Then it showed clips of shocked looking passengers being led from the bus.
'Oh my God, that's Laura Dyson' John blurted out unable to contain himself, 'she gets their bus.'
Scott's eyes never left the screen, 'do you see them?' he asked. His voice low and serious, his eyes searching frantically for either of his brothers.
'No' Virgil replied, his heart beating so fast it was threatening to jump out of his chest.
'I don't either' John whispered, his chest rose and fell rapidly, he was panicked.
'Why can't we see them?' Scott murmered, trance-like, 'come on guys, where are you?'
Scott recieved his answer when all the passengers left the bus, with the exception of two, Gordon and Alan.
'Oh My God' Virgil shouted as lightening illuminated his terrified eyes, 'they're not there, they're not there Scott!'
Scott knew this was his cue to say something reassuring and calming but he found he couldn't. Later Scott would swear that he was actually paralysed with fear,for he could think of nothing but the fate of his youngest brothers. As the lightening zigzagged across the sky Scott stared up into the storm, 'WHERE ARE THEY!' he screamed, falling to his knees, but he recieved no answer. 'YOU'RE NOT TAKING THEM! YOU HEAR ME?' he shouted into the sky as his brothers watched their most together brother, fall apart, 'YOU'RE NOT TAKING THEM!'
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woooooooo yeah,I'm back, and it feels good people! So
WHERE ARE ALAN AND GORDON BEING TAKEN? WILL SCOTT STOP HIS CRAZY BEHAVIOUR AND TAKE SOME EVASIVE ACTION? MNNNNN,JOHN IN FOOTBALLER'S KIT....... sorry went off track there.
FIND OUT IN CHAPTER 3 OF 'NEXT STOP: DANGER' COMING SOON!
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