Finally, inspiration struck. I've had a little writer's block, having finished ITCF. So, I haven't up-dated this in ages. Sorry. Anyway, now you may Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own a supersonic, turbo charged, luxury rocket. Oh, or Primeval.
"Ow. Got a splinter!"
"Does it hurt?"
"No..."
"Then stop complaining. Please." Stephen shuffled into a slightly more comfortable position and peered around the crates the pair were currently using as shelter. The tracker strained his ears for a few moments, but all he could hear was silence, coupled with the odd clank from the heating system.
Then came a noise that made his blood run cold.
Tap tap tap.
"Shhhhh..." he hissed as he backed into Connor again, causing the other man to open his mouth in protest.
Tap tap tap.
"Is it..." Connor cut himself off as the tapping came closer and closer.
And closer and closer and closer.
Connor and Stephen could hear each others' hearts beating and their breathing was so deep and heavy that Stephen was sure they could be heard a mile off.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.
The tap got louder, then tailed off as the Doppler Effect proved its worth. Connor let out a sigh of relief as Stephen deemed it safe enough to peek out once more. He looked around and motioned for Connor to follow.
The two moved out in the opposite direction to the tapping, creeping, staying close to the wall. Stephen spotted a light. The fire exit sign. He jogged as quietly as possible to the door and eased it open. Connor slipped through and the tracker ducked in behind him.
The men took a moment to regain their breath.
"Well?" asked Connor. "Now what?"
"Now," decided Stephen carefully. "We split up and head for different locations; in my case, preferably a pub."
"How long for?"
"Until Abby calms down about the broken pot and, hopefully, gives us back the football."
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