What an ending to a rescue. They had just pulled several people out of a pit, just in time before the ceiling collapse burring them for life. Scott looked up at the crowd. A sense of pride had filled his heart hearing the jeer they roared at him. Seeing the girls go mad, wanting to meet him. People clapping. He felt special, and invincible.
He watched the paramedics rush in, taking away the miners on stretches to nearby ambulances. With his work done and seeing Virgil and Alan heading back to Thunderbird 2, Scott picked up his feet and headed back to Thunderbird 1. He kicked the dust from under his feet, knowing he would have to leave the fame and applause that the audience had given him out of their lust for International Rescue.
Scott's feet clambered up the ramp of Thunderbird 1 signifying his exit. He was disappointed to leave his fans. Since he had not been part of International Rescue for long, he had tended to soak up as much of the love the fans had thrown at him. He, in his own mind felt loved by the world and in some aspects felt like a GOD! Who in their right mind would hate him, or hurt him.
He took a deep sigh inside the coolness of Thunderbird 1 before looking up at the cockpit chair, representing his long journey home. It was only then did he notice a silhouette, to dense for the chair to make, cowering behind it. A fan no doubt. A women whose desires to explore an International Rescue member? Or perhaps a small boy dyeing for an autograph. He brightened up at the idea of it.
Slowly the figure from behind moved out of the shadows, only to reveal a big man, both in build and height, step forward with a nasty look in his eyes. Scott's sudden look of uncertainty filled his face and he crept back slowly.
Scott ranked his gun out of the holster and thrust it in the direction of the stranger. The man swept heavily at the weapon from Scott, which flew across the cockpit leaving a clanging sound as it hit the wall and floor.
The man lurched upon Scott, who in defence punched the hefty guy in the stomach and then in the head sending him backwards. Scott quickly raised his wristwatch and Virgil popped onto the screen. "Virgil!" Shouted Scott, "come to Thunderbird 1, I'm under attack from a man…. " Scott was cut off by a fist that ramped into his face. Scott's hat went flying across the floor, while he him self slammed hard on the metallic ground.
Scott tried clambering to his feet sluggishly, but was met with a violent kick to his chest. Scott was now coughing blood from his mouth to the floor, he was incapacitated. The man slowly reached down and picked up Scott's gun and pointed it at Scott's body. He looked smug at the suffering he had caused a respected person.
The man was met with a barrage of bullets that hit him all over his body. At the very top of the ramp, Virgil and Gordon had their guns in their arms smoking, after releasing several rounds upon the assailant.
They rushed over to Scott.
After recovering from his headachy experience, Scott sat in the Tracy lounge looking sorry for himself. Since the man was dead, there was no way of knowing why he had sneaked aboard Thunderbird 1, or why he had attacked him.
"I thought we were hero's to everyone father?" Scott said to Jeff gently.
"Son. Let me tell you that no matter how much good you do in this world, people are always there to take you down a peg. We just have to return the favour."
This will continue in the story FEELINGS OF THE RESCUERS