John gasped as he took in the call he had just hung up from, "International Rescue, we have a situation."

Scott walked down into the ring leaving Virgil at the piano, "what is it, John?"

"It's the last day of school and someone has…." He sighed, "Scott, it's Alan's school."

Virgil stopped playing, "what about Alan's school?"

"It's on fire."

Scott winced at the scrape of the piano stool being pushed back as Virgil ran from the instrument down to the ring, "on fire! Is Alan ok?"

John shook his head, "I don't know Scott, but I suggest you all dispatch now."

"How do we stay incognito?" Virgil asked.

"Alan knows the rules, just get Gordon," Scott interjected sternly.

"FAB," Virgil said solemnly as Scott ran to the lamps.

"Thunderbirds are Go!" Scott let the lounge and changed into his uniform as the conveyor lift took him to Thunderbird 1.

Virgil made his way to Thunderbird 2 and selected module 1 with the firefighting equipment, Gordon came up on the lift and sat down next to his brother, Thunderbird 2 took off and Virgil pushed her to full speed as soon as they were clear of the island.

"So, what's the mission then?"

Virgil frowned at him, "Alan is in danger."

"Shit, where?"

"His school."

"Virgil, stop glaring at me like I've done something wrong and just tell me."

"Sorry, I'm just really worried about him, his school is on fire."

Gordon almost chocked, "what?!"

"It's chaos."

"Prank day, the last day of term."

Virgil nodded, "looks like it's gone wrong."

"Who made the call if it wasn't Alan?"

"Mr Cooper, headmaster."

"Urg, that guy is so annoying," Gordon rolled his eyes.

"Be thankful that he wasn't the headmaster when we were there, otherwise our cover would be blown as soon as we stepped foot in the school."

"What's the plan then?"

"I'll do the same procedure I performed at that tower in London last year. Stay here and set up the speakers for me, and for the love of God do not press the wrong button."

"Ah, Alan pressed the holiday playlist button did he?" Gordon smirked.

"Yes, and I don't want a repeat of that," Virgil looked grave suddenly as the blazing school came into sight, Thunderbird 1 was on the ground but Scott wasn't in sight, "Scott, come in?"

"I'm by the entrance Virgil, most of the students got out, guess who hasn't?"

Gordon squeaked, "no, he isn't?"

"Looks like the sprout wanted to be a hero, he's trapped in one of the classrooms with two friends."

"Idiot," Gordon muttered.

"Gordon!" Virgil barked across at him, "where do you need us Thunderbird 1?"

"Virgil, you have to get into the school and into the classroom. The south face of the school is being controlled by fire crews but they can't get in, the temperatures are too hot."

"Understood, we have the low-frequency suppression system," Virgil landed Thunderbird 2 in a space close to the school, "will it work?"

"It should do, tell Gordon to stand by and get over here, bring the jaws, I'll accompany you in to get our brother's friends."

Virgil handed control over to Gordon, "FAB. You know what to do Gordo?"

"Yep, be careful in there Virgil."

"I'll be back, I promise," Virgil left the flight deck and went down to the module to change into his heat protection suit and jaws.

Scott checked his own suit and paced the entrance to the school, Mr Cooper approached him and Scott turned, "sir?"

"Will you be alright in there?"

"We'll be fine, my pals are going to get these flames under control."

Virgil ran over, "Gordon is ready."

"Good, tell him to activate the suppression system."

"Come in Thunderbird 2?"

"I hear you Virg, ready?"

"Do it."

Scott smiled at Mr Cooper, "hold on."

The ground shook as the vibrations rocked through it into the school, Virgil looked around at the students covering their ears, and cars in the carpark squawked as their alarms went off, he smirked as his own techno compositions doused the flames before Scott tugged his arm, they ran into the building and Virgil cleared debris aside ahead of them, Scott followed closely behind.

"Alright Gordon, ease up for a second," Scott instructed.

"FAB. Are you guys inside?"

"Affirmative, we're looking for Alan by his tracking device on his belt," Scott peered through the windows of classrooms they passed, he collided into the back of his brother who was gazing at a piano heavily blackened by fire damage, "let it go Virg, we have lives to save."

"It's just a shame, that's all," Virgil sighed then moved debris aside which was blocking entrance into one of the classrooms, "Scott, it's this one."

"Get the door open Virgil."

"You've got it," Virgil ripped the door from its hinges and the two boys entered to find three boys huddled together.

Alan looked up, "International Rescue, quick these two first, get them out."

"Alan, we can't just leave you here by yourself."

"Brydon, just go."

"I'll take these two Virgil, take the last one with you," Scott helped Brydon and the other boy to their feet, "your friend will be fine, now let's go before the roof caves in."

Virgil waited until Scott had left, then wrapped his arms as best he could around his little brother, "are you alright?"

Alan snuggled into his brother's chest pulling the jaws around him, "just smoke inhalation, I'll be alright."

"Come on, let's get out of here. We have a big chat to have when we get home."

"How will I get to Thunderbird 2?"

"Leave that to us," Virgil smiled as he let go of Alan.

"Aren't you going to carry me out all heroic like?" Alan asked sarcastically.

"Ha! Yeah right, you're not a damsel in distress, otherwise, I might," Virgil turned to face the door when flames sprung up, "woah."

"Virgil!" Alan cried as he reached to grab his brother by the back of his jaws.

"I'm ok Alan, Gordon can clear this again. Gordon, are you there?"

"Nowhere else to be?"

"We need the frequency again."

Gordon bit his lip, "Virgil, I can't position the waves to reach you, and anymore shakes like the ones used before could bring the ceiling down on you."

"Shit," Virgil looked around the classroom for a solution.

"Remember what dad used to say about doors Virgil? Make a new one," Alan suggested.

"Good idea. Virgil calling Scott?"

"I'm outside and the boys are fine, where the hell are you?"

"We've had a complication, we can't get out the way we got in and Gordon says the building is too unstable now to use the sound waves. Could you make your way to my location?"

"FAB, I'm on my way now," Scott grabbed his jetpack from Thunderbird 1 and flew over the school to Virgil's location, "where do you need me?"

Virgil ran over to the window, "this will be our door, stand back."

"I get it," Scott moved clear as the window was smashed open from its frame, "way to make an exit."

"Take Alan," Virgil picked up Alan and passed him to Scott, "get him to Thunderbird 2."

"Don't worry, I know the plan," Scott ruffled Alan's hair, "are you alright sprout?"

"I am now, thanks."

Virgil went to the other side of the classroom then ran at the window performing a perfect flip to the ground outside before part of the ceiling caved in, "that was close."

"Show off," Scott snorted as he took Alan away in his arms, Virgil followed with a smirk as the fire crews advanced on the school again to tackle the remaining flames.

Mr Cooper smiled as the rescue workers came back to their ships, "thank you International Rescue, um, where are you taking Mr Tracy?"

Scott watched Virgil go up to the cockpit of Thunderbird 2 with Alan, "he needs to be taken to hospital for smoke inhalation, we can get him there much faster than an ambulance."

"I see, well thank you again," Mr Cooper shook Scott's hand, "you really risked your lives in there."

"Just doing our job, so long Mr Cooper."

Up in Thunderbird 2, Gordon was helping Virgil with a medical check up on the youngest Tracy, Alan was hooked up to an oxygen mask and Virgil had taken a small blood sample.

"Keep monitoring him Gordon, let's go home."

"I can fly us if you want to run tests bro?"

"Just keep that mask on him until his breathing is regular," Virgil powered up the VTOL engines and the green beast rose into the air.

Thunderbird 1 followed suit and Scott looked across to his brother's ship, "how is he?"

"All wired up, he's not going anywhere but to the infirmary when we get home. I don't suppose you know how that fire was started?"

Scott shook his head, "they told me it was likely to be arson but no-one stepped forward to admit it."

"Can you blame them? They'd be expelled," Gordon raised his eyebrows, "who would own up to arson?"

"Someone with sense?" Virgil rolled his eyes, "maybe Alan knows?"

"We won't know until he's able to talk and has recovered. See you at home you two," Scott signed off with a wink.

"The main question is why set fire to your school? Whoever it was is probably going back next year," Virgil pondered as he drummed his fingers on the wheel of his bird.

"Not if they're in their final year," Gordon sighed as he stroked Alan's hand gently.

Virgil looked over his shoulder at them, "he'll be ok Gordo, he was pretty sprightly when I found him," he smiled, "trust me."