'..three', Gordon inwardly sighed as he counted only the third car he'd
seen since he and Alan had been taken half an hour ago. His mind was
furiously working over possible escape plans. Unfortunately the solitude of
the present area did not bode well for an escape plan. As far as Gorodn
could make out they were pretty far from home, so far infact that he had
virtually no idea where they were. The fact that he hadn't seen many other
people did not sit well with Gordon. For the second time that day he wished
that he could drive, if he could drive, he'd be much more knowledgable of
the area and he'd know where they were. This was one fact he was counting
on his brothers for. They could all drive and he was desperately hoping
that when he got in contact with them, they could find them. Being a 'cup
half full' sort of guy, Gordon was sure that Scott, John and Virgil could
find them, it was just a matter of time, for now, he'd just have to figure
out how to get he and Alan out of this mess.
Virgil and John steered a numb-looking Scott towards the College car park. Virgil tried to remain calm but he found it increasingly difficult with Scott's current condition.
John's serious voice broke into his thoughts, 'We have to let Dad know!'
Virgil winced, this was going to kill his dad, ever since the death of his mother 10 years before, Jeff had been left a broken man. Although he was still a tower of strength to his sons, Virgil feared this threat to his two youngest might be the trigger to push his father over the edge.
Straightening his shoulders and squaring his jaw, Virgil turned to his brother, 'I'll tell him' he told John as they got Scott to his red Porsche convertible.
As they opened the door, the rain continuing to soak them through, Scott turned to them. He placed one hand on Virgil's shoulder and the other on Johns' and raised his weary face to theirs.
Virgil was worried by the pallour that coloured his usually tanned brother's face, he was an insipid yellow, and his face had a weary expression that made him look much older than his 22 years.
'I'll tell Dad!' he said, his voice low and gruff.
John, over-intuitive as usual jumped in, 'No Scott, you shouldn't have to do it, I'll tell him.'
Virgil felt that he too should volunteer, 'No, I'll do it!'
Scott shook his head, seeming to snap himself out of his trance but still appearing amazingly zombie-like. 'No.' he stated, shoulders slumped, as he climbed into the passenger seat and handed John the keys, 'it has to come from me, I'm the only one who can make him believe they'll be alright!'
Virgil climbed into the back-seat, he felt he should argue, but logic told him, that Scott was right. Jeff's eldest had always been a calming influence on him and Scott, even at 12 had been a rock after Lucille's death.
Virgil nodded and handed his brother, his phone. John refrained from starting the engine, they all wanted to hear this conversation. Scott plugged the mobile into a hands free kit and dialled home with shaking fingers. Knowing his father as he did, Scott could picture him now, just back from work, feet on the desk, whisky in hand, awaiting the return of his sons, two of them weren't returning tonight. But Scott would be damned if he left them at the mercy of lord knows who, any longer than one night.
'Jeff Tracy!' His father's voice startled Scott out of his thoughts. John twisted uncomfortably to share a glance with Virgil.
'Dad' Scott began.
Jeff interrupted him, 'son, how did the game go?'
'Um, it got rained off at 5 - 2 to the other team' Scott offered thinking how trivial it all was.
'How did John do?' Jeff asked and John answered him,
'fine, dad, just listen to us ok..'
'Do you have me on speaker?' Jeff asked
'Dad..' Put in Virgil
'Boys what is the matter?' Jeff asked confused at where the conversation was headed.
Scott took a deep breath, 'Dad, it's Alan and Gordon..'
'What about them?' Jeff shouted, alarmed, 'What's wrong, are they ok?'
'Um, I'm sure they are but um.uh...we don't really know.' Scott spluttered.
'SCOTT WHAT IN THE BLAZES ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT WHERE ARE YOUR BROTHERS?' Jeff shouted, worry coursing through each word.
'Dad' Virgil uttered.
'Dad' John whispered.
'Dad' Scott volunteered, 'they've been kidnapped!'
WHOOOOOO!
HOW WILL JEFF REACT?
WILL ALAN AND GORDON EVER REACH THE MYSTERY DESTINATION?
SCOTT HAS A PORSCHE?
ALL IS REVEALED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OF 'NEXT STOP: DANGER'!
THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS, CGRUBER I WILL NOT GO THROUGH THIS AGAIN, GORDON IS MINE, OR ARE WE BACK TO SHARING AGAIN?
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Virgil and John steered a numb-looking Scott towards the College car park. Virgil tried to remain calm but he found it increasingly difficult with Scott's current condition.
John's serious voice broke into his thoughts, 'We have to let Dad know!'
Virgil winced, this was going to kill his dad, ever since the death of his mother 10 years before, Jeff had been left a broken man. Although he was still a tower of strength to his sons, Virgil feared this threat to his two youngest might be the trigger to push his father over the edge.
Straightening his shoulders and squaring his jaw, Virgil turned to his brother, 'I'll tell him' he told John as they got Scott to his red Porsche convertible.
As they opened the door, the rain continuing to soak them through, Scott turned to them. He placed one hand on Virgil's shoulder and the other on Johns' and raised his weary face to theirs.
Virgil was worried by the pallour that coloured his usually tanned brother's face, he was an insipid yellow, and his face had a weary expression that made him look much older than his 22 years.
'I'll tell Dad!' he said, his voice low and gruff.
John, over-intuitive as usual jumped in, 'No Scott, you shouldn't have to do it, I'll tell him.'
Virgil felt that he too should volunteer, 'No, I'll do it!'
Scott shook his head, seeming to snap himself out of his trance but still appearing amazingly zombie-like. 'No.' he stated, shoulders slumped, as he climbed into the passenger seat and handed John the keys, 'it has to come from me, I'm the only one who can make him believe they'll be alright!'
Virgil climbed into the back-seat, he felt he should argue, but logic told him, that Scott was right. Jeff's eldest had always been a calming influence on him and Scott, even at 12 had been a rock after Lucille's death.
Virgil nodded and handed his brother, his phone. John refrained from starting the engine, they all wanted to hear this conversation. Scott plugged the mobile into a hands free kit and dialled home with shaking fingers. Knowing his father as he did, Scott could picture him now, just back from work, feet on the desk, whisky in hand, awaiting the return of his sons, two of them weren't returning tonight. But Scott would be damned if he left them at the mercy of lord knows who, any longer than one night.
'Jeff Tracy!' His father's voice startled Scott out of his thoughts. John twisted uncomfortably to share a glance with Virgil.
'Dad' Scott began.
Jeff interrupted him, 'son, how did the game go?'
'Um, it got rained off at 5 - 2 to the other team' Scott offered thinking how trivial it all was.
'How did John do?' Jeff asked and John answered him,
'fine, dad, just listen to us ok..'
'Do you have me on speaker?' Jeff asked
'Dad..' Put in Virgil
'Boys what is the matter?' Jeff asked confused at where the conversation was headed.
Scott took a deep breath, 'Dad, it's Alan and Gordon..'
'What about them?' Jeff shouted, alarmed, 'What's wrong, are they ok?'
'Um, I'm sure they are but um.uh...we don't really know.' Scott spluttered.
'SCOTT WHAT IN THE BLAZES ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT WHERE ARE YOUR BROTHERS?' Jeff shouted, worry coursing through each word.
'Dad' Virgil uttered.
'Dad' John whispered.
'Dad' Scott volunteered, 'they've been kidnapped!'
WHOOOOOO!
HOW WILL JEFF REACT?
WILL ALAN AND GORDON EVER REACH THE MYSTERY DESTINATION?
SCOTT HAS A PORSCHE?
ALL IS REVEALED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OF 'NEXT STOP: DANGER'!
THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS, CGRUBER I WILL NOT GO THROUGH THIS AGAIN, GORDON IS MINE, OR ARE WE BACK TO SHARING AGAIN?
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