Virgil and Gordon are on a
mission without backup from Base or Mobile Control. Will they
succeed?Click here for the full-screen version.
this part of our duties," said Gordon.
rather wallow up to my neck in mud."
around in a burning, collapsed building."
feed a shark."
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.
beginning to wonder if we're going to make it," he said to his
snorted. "I would prefer doing time in the space station."
you're not being very helpful."
the place, didn't I? It has to be here somewhere."
listen, we need to divide this place up between us. You do the
right-hand side and I'll do the left-hand side."
scratched behind his ear. "I guess so, yeah."
younger man looked tired and had a strained smile on his face.
giving you trouble?" asked Virgil.
a bit." Gordon sighed deeply.
should do it another way then," said Virgil looking worried.
"You search the top half and I'll do everything underneath
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?"
you relax. To make you feel at home," said Gordon. "It has
been tested, you know."
can tell you that I'm not relaxed or feeling at home at the
moment," answered 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.'
help if I knew what I was looking for," complained Gordon.
"And we should've brought some oxygen with us. I'm suffocating
pencil like, but thicker," answered Virgil.
grinned. "You're very knowledgeable about these things."
because I do more than wallowing in mud, or crawling around in
buildings, or, or, whatever," said Virgil.
feeding," said Gordon, "Sooo, if you're not doing that you're
familiarizing yourself with..."
Virgil dived down.
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.
record time." Gordon beamed. "I'd like to see Scott and Alan
do this in such a short time."
suddenly clouded over.
it's the right one?" asked Gordon, eyeing it with warily, "The
one Tin-Tin wanted?"
checked the sweat soaked, crumpled piece of paper he held in
Intensifique, waterproof mascara, noir," recited Virgil in a
fake French accent, "It's precisely what it says on the
package to the shopping cart, the two men hastily left for
another section of the supermarket.
this part of our duties," said Gordon again.