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Monday 30th January. 10.17am. Tracy Island.

Crack. Crack crack. Crack. Crack.

Alan Tracy looked with narrowed eyes at his brother as Gordon rubbed one hand over his knuckles. He pressed down, and once again, a series of resounding cracks emanated from the joints.

"Gordon! Would you please stop that? It's disgusting."

Gordon smiled, seemingly apologetically, and dropped his hands.

"Sorry Al."

Alan 'harrumphed' and went back to his magazine. He was enjoying the morning sun, reading by the pool in relative silence, only the sounds of nature and the slow lapping of distant waves disturbing the quiet.

Crack crack crack. Crack.

Or at least, he was enjoying it. He looked over and glared as Gordon continued to crack - his toes, this time, Alan noted with a frown. Crack. Crack crack.

"Gordon!"

"Sorry Alan." The reply came in a singsong tone.

Alan rolled his eyes and went back to his magazine. Maybe it was a good thing he was trading off with John, soon. Gordon was driving him insane, these days, and of course, it would give he and Tin-Tin some space. That would be a good thing. He knew she had taken it hard, but it was for the best...

"I think it's a good thing."

Alan's head snapped around and he frowned.

"What?" He said tersely. He checked his tone at Gordon's incredulous glance. "What?" He repeated in a calmer tone.

"I said I think it's a good thing we're getting new members of the team." Alan nodded; glad to know that Gordon hadn't suddenly become a mind reader. "These days, rescues are getting bigger, tougher. We need more people."

"Definitely. I hope we can find the people we need."

"Hmm."

They fell into companionable silence for a while; Alan went back to his magazine, absorbed in an article on the newest driver to hit the Parola Sands circuit.

Crack, crack crack crack, CRACK!

"Gordon!"

Thwack.

"Ouch."

Alan retrieved his magazine and flopped back into the chair, a slight smile touching his lips.

Post by ArtisticRainey on 27/05/2004


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