Hello! Yeah, I know I said I'd post all the chapters together, but I really wanted to post this. I hope it's more believable than my last story.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except 'the man'.

A chance meeting

It was the middle of the night on Manhattan Island, and a black Porsche sped down the narrow streets, followed by a bulky, but nonetheless fast, black van. The driver, a tall tanned man in his early thirties, turned the wheel ever so slightly and sent the car around the next bend. His dark brown hair stuck up madly as he built up his speed, soon reaching his destination, an alleyway a few streets from the building. The door of the black sports car opened and he stepped out. He quickly walked over to the van parked behind him, just in time to see a man step out of it.

"Have you got everything?" he whispered, pointing towards the back of the van. "Nothing damaged?"

"No, sir. Everything's there and intact," the other man replied. The first man nodded and headed towards the cargo of the van, opening up the doors at the back and seeing everything was in order. All his equipment was set up and everyone was ready for the job. He beckoned a group of people over and grabbed a few small gadgets needed for his job that night, before they all pulled their balaclava hats over their faces and headed towards the building.

Scott Tracy opened his eyes, for a moment wondering where he was. He quickly relaxed though, remembering the previous day.

He had arrived in New York from Tracy Island, after a break-in had been reported in Tracy Aerospace and Construction ltd. The thieves hadn't managed to take much - the alarm systems had re-booted after a few minutes of malfunction - but some secret plans were missing and they had to make sure no-one could do it again. After all, some of the main parts of the Thunderbirds craft came from Tracy Construction and if their plans fell into the wrong hands... well, Scott didn't like to think what could happen.

None of his brothers had wanted to go and, apparently, Scott was better at this type of thing so, after many hours of persuasion, Scott had finally agreed to go. Once he had arrived in New York, he had travelled straight to his father's offices and checked out the security systems. They had been working fine and there was no trace of any sabotage, so Scott couldn't think of any way the thieves could have broken in. However, they could have used a device that allowed them to turn off the security and, although it was unlikely, he had no better explanations.

Scott pulled himself from his bed and checked his watch. It was 7:00am, so he had a shower and dressed. Grabbing a bag of bagels and a few other snacks he could eat at Tracy Enterprises, he jumped into his blue convertible and headed towards the offices.

"So, have you any clue as to how they got in?" Scott asked, eying the police officer warily.

"Well, we have got the security footage from before they got in. They seemed to be carrying a small device, but we think that was for getting into the main vault. Then the camera went off."

Scott nodded. It sounded like they had planned this well in advance.

"There's no other explanation," the police officer continued. "Someone would have had to have let them in."

Scott's eyes opened wide in realisation.

"You don't mean...?"

"Scott Tracy, you are under arrest for breaking and entering, theft and attempted insurance fraud."

"Wha...?!" Scott stammered, taken aback by the police officer's claim. He didn't even resist as the handcuffs were tightly secured around his wrists, but continued to stare at the man.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say may or will be used against you."

As the police officers led him through the corridor, Scott thought about his predicament. This couldn't be happening. They couldn't seriously think he was responsible. He wasn't even in the country at the time of the robbery. Anyway, why would he steal from his dad? Sure, he could have been trying to get the insurance company to pay for the stolen goods, but they had no evidence to say it had been him taking the papers. And to add to that, the police had seen the security video. He wasn't on that and they knew it. He was definitely gonna sue.

The doors in front of him opened and Scott was instantly met with several flashes of bright light. He turned his head away and inwardly groaned. Reporters. This day just got worse and worse. As microphones were thrust in front of his face by eager reporters, Scott thought a little more. Those reporters definitely hadn't been there yesterday. They must have known he would be arrested. But how could they know...?

His thoughts were instantly brought to a halt as a hand caught him in the face. He fell backwards and winced as his hands, cuffed behind him, took most of the weight. He looked up to see the reporters had scattered and were now looking at him in fear. Actually, no, they weren't looking at him, but the man behind him. Scott tried to get up but, instead, was pulled up roughly from behind and shoved into a car. He caught a blur of the gang of men, heavily armed and stony faced. They were pointing guns at everyone which was probably why the reporters had been so scared.

Confused, and desperately wanting some answers for the questions circling in his head, Scott turned to the man on his right who had just entered the car. His breath caught in his throat and he was left speechless for the second time in the day. This can't be possible, it really can't. This man can't exist. He... No, I must be hallucinating. This whole thing's a dream. A nightmare, in fact.

The man looked at him as he started up the door and saw his gaping mouth.

"Yeah, I'll explain when we're out of here. As long as my mates can hold off the Police, we'll be outta here in no time," he said in a New York accent. A shot could be heard from outside and the back window of the car smashed. The man uttered a curse under his breath.

"This cost a fortune," he muttered, putting the car into gear. He reversed out of the scene, which was quickly turning into a gunfight. Scott could hear people yell, "They're escaping," and run towards their vehicles, but the other men were too fast for them and sent bullets towards their tyres, instantly puncturing them and letting the air out.

As the car drove at breakneck speed away from the scene, Scott took a moment to take in what had just happened. He had been arrested, assaulted by reporters and kidnapped by the very men that had stolen the papers, he supposed. This was not good.

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