A/N: Another day another chapter. Enjoy and please R&R
Disclaimer: I own my name and I own my words, but I do not own the Thunderbirds.
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"Alan. Pssssst. Alan!" A gruff whisper woke the youngest Tracy. Groggily, blue eyes flickered open.
"MMhhawhazza?" Alan groaned, batting wearily at the shadow leaning over him. As Alans gaze cleared, Gordons' grinning face blurred into view.
"Time for training."
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Standing on a dark remote spot on the island, Alan took a deep breathe and, together with Gordon, called out in a long sustaining yell. Climbing higher they stubbornly pulled at the ropes tied around them, careful not to jostle their precious cargo.
Alan gasped. "Training he said. Just simple tasks he said." Alan mumbled as he tried to catch his breathe. He turned to look at his exhausted brother."Not our," another gasp, "best," Alan grunted, straining to accomplish the task, "idea." He ground out, collapsing on top of the cliff.
Gordon, now lying besides his brother panting, met his gaze. Slowly a smile crept onto their faces. Mission accomplished. Alan couldn't wait for everyone to see the results of his secret training later on.
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It was mid-day before Alan escaped from Gordons 'training.' His fingers and arms hurt; he was tired, but happy. No one would be able to deny that the two youngest Tracy's lacked cleverness and skill.
Alan coughed and instinctively rubbed his throat. He would have to drink something warm before the others noticed his raspy voice.