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Chapter 3

Gordon had been walking for what seemed like hours, on every wall of the maze there was a clock, counting down the minutes. He was keeping an eye out for trouble. There had to be some kind of trap in here, the Hood wouldn't just leave it as a simple maze. Oh no.

"Hey Gordo." Alan suddenly said.

Gordon jumped at the sudden voice, before remembering the headset. He was getting more paranoid as the minutes ticked on, and he had barely been in here an hour. "Yeah Alan?" he asked, hearing his little brother straining to keep from panicking. He felt for him, he really did. He'd be going crazy knowing he was stuck in a sealed room with only 24 hours of air, having to depend on somebody who didn't know where you were to save you. Not that he had exactly told Alan that. but whereas he would probably be climbing the walls at that little bit of knowledge Alan, who took after Scott and Virgil, would keep it all inside. Alan just wasn't quite as practised at it yet.

"What do you reckon the others are doing?"

Gordon had to smile at that. "Looking for us dumbass. What do you think?"

"Do you thing their worried?"

Gordon rolled his eyes. "Most probably. You know how they get."

Alan laughed shortly. "Scott'll be in super stressed mode." He said. "And Virgil-if their home-will be playing the piano, or if their not he'll be humming that really annoying tune. You know the one…"

"Yeah." Gordon said, forcing the cheerfulness into his voice. He came to the end of the walkway, still wary of a trap he slowed. He half listened to Alan rambling; glad he had something to keep him occupied. He peered round the corner, but was taken by complete surprise when a fist slammed into his face, breaking his nose on impact.

Gordon scrambled back, ignoring Alan's calls of "Gordon!" and "What's happening?" he rolled back to his feet and stared at the huge ape of a man towering over him. "Aw Shit!" he groaned as the fist swung again, ducking and dodging to the side.

The fight took a deadly turn minutes later when the man pulled a gun. Gordon didn't even think about what he was doing, all his thoughts focused solely on beating this guy and getting to Alan. So he closed in and grappled for the gun, desperately turning it and pulling the trigger-taking off half the mans face. The man pitched forward, Gordon fell with him-smashing the back of his head off the ground.

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"Gordon! Gordon come on-answer me. Gordo please-come on!" Alan's begging voice finally penetrated the pain filled haze that had descended over him. Gordon forced himself to open his eyes. He groaned.

"Alan?"

"Oh thank god Gordon! I thought you were dead! Gordo are you ok?" the relief in Alan's voice hit him with a rush.

"How long was I out?" he asked, wriggling painfully out from under the dead man, grimacing at all the blood. He put his head in his hands for a moment when he was sitting, biting his lip as the pain hit him furiously.

"I don't know Gordo, but it was ages. I don't know!" Alan said.

Gordon looked at the clock on the wall and his breath caught. "No, no, no!" he whispered.

"What? Gordo what?" Alan asked, the panic in his voice coming through sharply.

Gordon took a deep breath. "Nothing Alan, I'm coming." He took a last look at the clock before taking off at a run, his pain forgotten and pushed aside.

The clock numbers changed again, to show the time remaining as 19 hours and 42 minutes.

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