Disclaimer: The Thunderbirds do not belong to me. They are the intellectual and actual property of Gerry Anderson and his affiliates. Any original characters are a product of my imagination.
AN: The sequel to Devils in Disguise, which is currently housed in the 'M' section of this site for subject matter and safety. Again, another darker tale, and definitely not meant for the readers who like their Tracy boys squeaky clean. I've always thought that since they're only human, they're also bound to have their flaws as well.
AN 2: Upon re-reading a second time after posting, I realised that I had accidentally used the name the movie gave the Hood, so I've changed that, and from here on in, it'll be Belah Gaat instead of Trangh Belagant. Oops. Sorry about that.
Needless to say, as a sequel story, OCs established in the other tales will feature, briefly, in this, but I'm thinking it could still be understood if you haven't read them. Anyway, enough from me... hope you enjoy.
I'm No Superman
It had been six months since this particular case had landed on his desk, but FBI Special Agent Mark Perry had been assigned this case and he had finally made a breakthrough.
This was a landmark case, one that could make or break his career with the FBI, but it sure as hell wasn't going to be an easy case. Perry had encountered several difficulties already; for instance, it had taken the better part of two months, and plenty of cooperation from Interpol and other international agencies, to discover what the victim's birth name was. The Hood, according to his birth certificate, was actually called Belah Gaat. Along with discovering the victim's real name, Perry had also uncovered a list of charges and convictions. Ranging from petty theft to driving under the influence, to arson, to conspiracy to murder, the charges spanned over several years, ranging in their severity.
Privately, Perry wondered why he was wasting his time on this lowlife scumbag, but murder was murder, and even a criminal deserved to have his unlawful death investigated.
Yes, murder. As soon as the autopsy results had pointed in that direction, Perry had a forensics team analyse the scene of the crime with a fine toothed comb. And found evidence, they had. Further forensic tests had given Perry some leads, and some possible suspect in his case, but he disbelieved the results. As conclusive as they were, there was no way they could have been right. Perry had sent them back twice more to be reconfirmed. But the result was the same, had always remained consistent.
It was impossible, but it was the only conclusion. The realisation made his skin crawl, but there was no alternative explanation.
A member, or plural, of International Rescue had played a part in the murder of Belah Gaat.
A member of International Rescue was a murderer.
