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Chapter 5
Gordon rubbed his eyes tiredly and looked at the clock. 4 hours 23 minutes left, and he didn't know if he was any closer to Alan than he had been at the beginning. He doggedly kept walking. His chest heaved in a cough painfully.
About an hour ago he had stumbled into a trap, he had tripped a wire and before he had the presence of mind to doge he had been hit head on in the chest by a giant log of wood with a metal cap. It had sent him flying backwards and he hadn't been able to move for a long, long time, with the pain.
He knew his ribs were broken, it was only a matter of time until they pierced a lung he knew, but he kept going-he had to reach Alan.
He turned the next corner blindly and was brought up short by a sudden high pitched whine from the headset. He let out an involuntary yelp, which triggered a coughing fit.
"Well, well, international rescue." Came the Hoods goading voice through the headset.
Gordon struggled to regain his breath
"It seems you have found the key to your associate's prison."
"What?" Gordon coughed out, straightening and looking around.
"In the wall directly opposite to you, under the clock there is a hole-do you see it?"
Gordon looked for the clock. "I see it." He rasped.
"Inside that hole is the key that will free your associate. But hurry International Rescue. Time is running out." The laugh that followed melded perfectly with the whine. Then there was nothing but static.
"Gordon? Gordon! What happened? What was that noise?" Alan asked in a rush.
Gordon swallowed. "I'm nearly there." He said, hoping against hope he was right and Alan wasn't on the other side of the maze right now.
He went to the hole and peered in. the key glittered dimly at the back. Gordon looked for traps, but he couldn't see anything. He couldn't take the chance of losing the key. Thoughts of find where Alan was and being unable to free him pushed aside any doubts and he put his hand in. he stretched his arm in to midway between his shoulder and elbow before he touched the key.
His fingers twisted round the thin ribbon/string and he closed his fist around the key and started to pull it out.
Almost instantly the walls of the hole suddenly clamped round his arm tightly-too tightly. Breathing heavily, panicked he tried to pull his arm free. Fiery agony swept through his arm. The clamping pressure released and he pulled his arm again, fingers clenching unmercifully around the key-he wasn't letting go.
It clamped round his arm, crushing his fingers brutally until he released the key-he pulled desperately, straining as the pressure grew more and more. Until suddenly it relaxed and he crashed backwards into the other wall.
He grit his teeth against the agony in his arm and forced his hand to turn. The key dangles from the ribbon, still tangled round his now crushed fingers. He sagged back and let out a laugh-which quickly turned into a coughing fit.
"Gordon? Gordon are you ok? Gordon stop it! Please! Gordon!" Alan cried, panicked.
When he had regained his breath Gordon forced himself to his feet, teeth clenched against the pain. "I'm on my way Alan." He ground out, and started to make his weaving way on wards, key dangling still from his slack fingers. His determination set.
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