NEVER GIVE
UP
by GILLYLEE
RATED FRPT |
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Virgil and Gordon are on a
mission without backup from Base or Mobile Control. Will they
succeed?
"I hate
this part of our duties," said Gordon.
"Hmm,"
answered Virgil.
"I'd
rather wallow up to my neck in mud."
"Yeah."
"Or crawl
around in a burning, collapsed building."
"Ah, yes."
"Or hand
feed a shark."
"Sure,
sure."
Virgil
sighed and wiped his forehead with his arm. The place they
were in was warm and stuffy. Putting his hands at the small of
his back, he stretched.
"I'm
beginning to wonder if we're going to make it," he said to his
younger brother.
Gordon
snorted. "I would prefer doing time in the space station."
"Gordon,
you're not being very helpful."
"I found
the place, didn't I? It has to be here somewhere."
"Mmm, yes,
listen, we need to divide this place up between us. You do the
right-hand side and I'll do the left-hand side."
Gordon
scratched behind his ear. "I guess so, yeah."
The
younger man looked tired and had a strained smile on his face.
"Back
giving you trouble?" asked Virgil.
"No...yes,
a bit." Gordon sighed deeply.
"Maybe we
should do it another way then," said Virgil looking worried.
"You search the top half and I'll do everything underneath
that."
He looked
with irritation at the ceiling. "I wish that someone would
kill that PA. Why do places like this always have to have
these blasted things blaring?"
"To help
you relax. To make you feel at home," said Gordon. "It has
been tested, you know."
"Gordo, I
can tell you that I'm not relaxed or feeling at home at the
moment," answered Virgil.
"Me
neither."
Virgil
looked around him, taking in the amount of space they had to
search. 'A hopeless task,' he thought, stifling a yawn. 'So
hot, so very, very hot.'
"It would
help if I knew what I was looking for," complained Gordon.
"And we should've brought some oxygen with us. I'm suffocating
in here."
"Small,
pencil like, but thicker," answered Virgil.
Gordon
grinned. "You're very knowledgeable about these things."
"That's
because I do more than wallowing in mud, or crawling around in
buildings, or, or, whatever," said Virgil.
"Shark
feeding," said Gordon, "Sooo, if you're not doing that you're
familiarizing yourself with..."
Suddenly
Virgil dived down.
"I found
it!" he said, holding the item they had been searching for up
in the air.
Triumphantly, he and Gordon exchanged smiles.
"International Rescue did it again," whispered Virgil.
"And in
record time." Gordon beamed. "I'd like to see Scott and Alan
do this in such a short time."
His face
suddenly clouded over.
"You sure
it's the right one?" asked Gordon, eyeing it with warily, "The
one Tin-Tin wanted?"
Virgil
checked the sweat soaked, crumpled piece of paper he held in
his hand.
"L'Oreal
Intensifique, waterproof mascara, noir," recited Virgil in a
fake French accent, "It's precisely what it says on the
shopping list."
Adding the
package to the shopping cart, the two men hastily left for
another section of the supermarket.
"I hate
this part of our duties," said Gordon again.
"Me too,"
said Virgil.
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