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More Than What Meets The Eye
Chapter 5
It was worse than before.
The room where they'd been had at least been furnished. This was nothing like it. Dark, damp and cold. At least, that's as far as they could see.
Both Megan and Alan were tied to the hard metal beam that stood in the centre of the room. The rope that held them bit into their flesh and burned when they tried to struggle. Finally they'd relented and elected to be still.
"Where are we?" Megan asked finally. She knew it was a stupid question; Alan had no more idea than she had.
"Oh God, I don't know, Megan." He sighed. "But I sure hope the guys will come soon."
"I quite agree with you. Then you can discuss the plans of International Rescue with me!"
The two companions turned in the direction of the voice, now familiar to it.
"Oh give over!" Alan shouted back. "We know what you want, but I don't intend to give it to you!"
"Well, that's fine then. I just wanted to make a deal with you," he smiled in a way that particularly annoyed Alan. "You have twenty-four hours to decide. Tell me all you about your organization or..."
"Or what?"
The Hood pulled his gun out once again.
"Or this little lady gets it. I'm not joking this time. Only it won't just be her – it'll be you and your brothers too."
He slammed the door, leaving them in darkness.
There was a pause.
"Oh Alan. What are we gonna do?"
His shoulders slumped in defeat.
"I don't know. I just don't know."
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"Isn't there anything we can do to help, Dad?" Gordon asked.
"Nothing apart from waiting around for a call." Jeff sighed impatiently. He was as anxious to help as his son, if not more.
"Well I reckon we should..."
Gordon fell silent at the sudden bleeping which came from his father's desk.
"Go ahead." Jeff said cautiously.
"Have I the pleasure of speaking to a Mr Jeff Tracy?" a male voice drifted from the speaker.
"This is he. Who is this?"
"Ha. Wouldn't you like to know. I am merely calling to update you on the whereabouts of your son."
Jeff tightened.
"Where is he?" he almost shouted.
The voice laughed.
"Ah, ah. I can't tell you just yet. But he is safe, no doubt."
Jeff tried to keep his temper.
"If you'll just tell me where he is...I'll make it worth your while."
The Hood laughed again.
"What? You would even tell me the secrets of International Rescue?"
Jeff's stunned silence left time for the Hood to continue before he got a say in the matter.
"Ha! I thought not. Well, never mind. There's hope yet."
And before Jeff could say another word, he disconnected the call.
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"This is the only place left." Virgil said, looking it up and down. "If he's not here..."
"He will be." Scott's voice overshadowed his younger brother's, not daring to think about what would happen if Alan was not in this place.
Jolene looked at the bleak building. The windows were smashed and the whole place looked dirty, and from the size of the place, it would take ages to locate Alan if he was there.
"So." Scott looked at her. "Shall we?"
Jolene looked back at him and nodded. Scott looked at Virgil.
"So I guess that leaves you as lookout, hey?"
Virgil nodded.
"Don't worry. If you need anything – just call."
"Sure thing, Virg."
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"Megan! Listen!"
The only connection the pair had with the outside world was the small window, the only source of light, about ten feet from them.
Megan listened in silence.
"Scott's voice!"
"Yeah," Alan breathed, half –relaxing. "You see? What did I tell ya? Scott never lets us down!"
"I see your little friends have finally come to the rescue."
The pair nearly jumped out of their skin at the voice of The Hood, who had quietly entered the room unnoticed.
"Well, we will see about that." He pulled a gun from his belt and headed for the door.
"Leave them alone, you bastard!"
The Hood turned back at the sound of Megan's voice with a grin on his face.
"Oooh." He said sarcastically. "And if I don't? What? What can you do about it?"
He didn't put the gun down, but he didn't leave either.
"I think you're right." He smiled. "We'll let them find you first."
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"Whoa." Scott said into the gloom. "It's dark enough."
"Get out your flashlight."
Scott was surprised by the abrupt demand from his female partner, but put it down to the fact she was nervous. He shone the light into the darkness of the room. Everywhere he looked, there were doors.
"Wouldn't it be a good idea to split up?" he asked Jolene.
"No Scott Tracy." She said. "I don't think so."
Scott felt the cold metal of a handgun pressing into his forehead.
"Walk or I blow your brains out."
He obeyed the command, thinking things quickly through.
Jolene was on their side, right?
So why was she behaving like this?
Had she known all along where Alan was?
Just whose side was she on?
"Keep going."
Her voice was hard and cold. They turned left, right, left twice, then right again before finally entering a room. Scott tried to keep track of all the turns they'd taken, knowing already it was impossible.
They entered the room, not much more than a good –sized closet and Scott shone his light in, all the while aware of the gun that pushed into the side of his head.
"Alan!" he cried with relief, glad to see his brother alive. He shone the light around the room and did a double take.
"Megan?"
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Author's Note: Thanks for your reviews! Here's Chapter 5. Please let me know what you think!
More Than What Meets The Eye
Chapter 5
It was worse than before.
The room where they'd been had at least been furnished. This was nothing like it. Dark, damp and cold. At least, that's as far as they could see.
Both Megan and Alan were tied to the hard metal beam that stood in the centre of the room. The rope that held them bit into their flesh and burned when they tried to struggle. Finally they'd relented and elected to be still.
"Where are we?" Megan asked finally. She knew it was a stupid question; Alan had no more idea than she had.
"Oh God, I don't know, Megan." He sighed. "But I sure hope the guys will come soon."
"I quite agree with you. Then you can discuss the plans of International Rescue with me!"
The two companions turned in the direction of the voice, now familiar to it.
"Oh give over!" Alan shouted back. "We know what you want, but I don't intend to give it to you!"
"Well, that's fine then. I just wanted to make a deal with you," he smiled in a way that particularly annoyed Alan. "You have twenty-four hours to decide. Tell me all you about your organization or..."
"Or what?"
The Hood pulled his gun out once again.
"Or this little lady gets it. I'm not joking this time. Only it won't just be her – it'll be you and your brothers too."
He slammed the door, leaving them in darkness.
There was a pause.
"Oh Alan. What are we gonna do?"
His shoulders slumped in defeat.
"I don't know. I just don't know."
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"Isn't there anything we can do to help, Dad?" Gordon asked.
"Nothing apart from waiting around for a call." Jeff sighed impatiently. He was as anxious to help as his son, if not more.
"Well I reckon we should..."
Gordon fell silent at the sudden bleeping which came from his father's desk.
"Go ahead." Jeff said cautiously.
"Have I the pleasure of speaking to a Mr Jeff Tracy?" a male voice drifted from the speaker.
"This is he. Who is this?"
"Ha. Wouldn't you like to know. I am merely calling to update you on the whereabouts of your son."
Jeff tightened.
"Where is he?" he almost shouted.
The voice laughed.
"Ah, ah. I can't tell you just yet. But he is safe, no doubt."
Jeff tried to keep his temper.
"If you'll just tell me where he is...I'll make it worth your while."
The Hood laughed again.
"What? You would even tell me the secrets of International Rescue?"
Jeff's stunned silence left time for the Hood to continue before he got a say in the matter.
"Ha! I thought not. Well, never mind. There's hope yet."
And before Jeff could say another word, he disconnected the call.
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"This is the only place left." Virgil said, looking it up and down. "If he's not here..."
"He will be." Scott's voice overshadowed his younger brother's, not daring to think about what would happen if Alan was not in this place.
Jolene looked at the bleak building. The windows were smashed and the whole place looked dirty, and from the size of the place, it would take ages to locate Alan if he was there.
"So." Scott looked at her. "Shall we?"
Jolene looked back at him and nodded. Scott looked at Virgil.
"So I guess that leaves you as lookout, hey?"
Virgil nodded.
"Don't worry. If you need anything – just call."
"Sure thing, Virg."
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"Megan! Listen!"
The only connection the pair had with the outside world was the small window, the only source of light, about ten feet from them.
Megan listened in silence.
"Scott's voice!"
"Yeah," Alan breathed, half –relaxing. "You see? What did I tell ya? Scott never lets us down!"
"I see your little friends have finally come to the rescue."
The pair nearly jumped out of their skin at the voice of The Hood, who had quietly entered the room unnoticed.
"Well, we will see about that." He pulled a gun from his belt and headed for the door.
"Leave them alone, you bastard!"
The Hood turned back at the sound of Megan's voice with a grin on his face.
"Oooh." He said sarcastically. "And if I don't? What? What can you do about it?"
He didn't put the gun down, but he didn't leave either.
"I think you're right." He smiled. "We'll let them find you first."
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"Whoa." Scott said into the gloom. "It's dark enough."
"Get out your flashlight."
Scott was surprised by the abrupt demand from his female partner, but put it down to the fact she was nervous. He shone the light into the darkness of the room. Everywhere he looked, there were doors.
"Wouldn't it be a good idea to split up?" he asked Jolene.
"No Scott Tracy." She said. "I don't think so."
Scott felt the cold metal of a handgun pressing into his forehead.
"Walk or I blow your brains out."
He obeyed the command, thinking things quickly through.
Jolene was on their side, right?
So why was she behaving like this?
Had she known all along where Alan was?
Just whose side was she on?
"Keep going."
Her voice was hard and cold. They turned left, right, left twice, then right again before finally entering a room. Scott tried to keep track of all the turns they'd taken, knowing already it was impossible.
They entered the room, not much more than a good –sized closet and Scott shone his light in, all the while aware of the gun that pushed into the side of his head.
"Alan!" he cried with relief, glad to see his brother alive. He shone the light around the room and did a double take.
"Megan?"
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