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"You know, if you stop whining, we can get it done and get out of here?" Scott cast an amused look at his younger brother as they climbed out of the cab.

Virgil was scowling. It was the same scowl he used to get when he had been five. Realising his brother wasn't going to pay, Scott handed the driver the money and watched as the cab pulled away. Virgil let out a long-suffering sigh, looking as if he had lost his escape route from something dreadful.

"C'mon." Scott rolled his eyes, nudging his brother in the arm and beginning to walk towards the skyscraper dominating the skyline. His father's offices had always been big, but the last few trips showed he was still expanding. Not just with the number of staff, but the size of the building as well. It was bigger than any of the surrounding ones and Scott smirked. Their father liked to rebuke them when he thought they were acting like children, but Scott had to wonder if he was any better. After all, he was making sure he had the biggest office in the area.

"I don't get why he couldn't have picked it up himself next week when he is over here," Virgil grumbled. Scott glanced behind him to make sure his brother was following and not running in the opposite direction. Virgil glared at him. "We are supposed to be on leave."

"You do realise we're technically on the company's payroll right? If picking up a few forms once in a while as we are over here anyway is all we have to do, that's fine by me."

All they had to do was pick up an original copy of a report their father wanted. He wasn't asking for much. Even in this day and age, some people refused to take digital copies of a file. Although he didn't know the contents, Scott knew the report was important. Receiving it a week earlier could mean a lot to his father and the company. Which in turn meant International Rescue, so Scott was prepared to do whatever it took.

"But…"

"Dad originally wanted to us to take it in turns sitting in on meetings so we had a more active presence."

Virgil's mouth snapped shut and he swallowed his complaint. Scott grinned. He knew that would be the reaction. If Virgil thought this was bad, he wouldn't want their father hearing and making him do more.

As silence settled between them and Virgil fell into step with him, Scott softened. "It won't take more than five minutes. Then we'll go and check out that museum if you want?"

This time, Scott burst out laughing at the expression that crossed Virgil's face. He didn't seem to be able to work out if Scott meant it or not and the result was utter confusion.

"You hate museums," Virgil eventually spluttered. They had reached the offices and Scott yanked open the door, stepping back to let Virgil enter first. Both brothers rummaged in pockets for scarcely used passes as their footsteps echoed loudly on the marble floor.

"But you don't," Scott said. "I think I can stomach it for one afternoon, as long as you promise you won't recap everything we saw for hours afterwards."

"Deal!" Virgil said.

When Scott glanced at him, he saw Virgil had finally lost his frown and there was a barely-concealed grin of excitement on his face. That expression, too, looked exactly the same as it had done when Virgil was five and Scott fondly shook his head. That grin was why he said he would go.

Just the once though.

They had crossed the foyer while talking and simultaneously both brothers put their passes on the desk. They knew they would be recognised, but if they wanted to get the job done, they needed identification. Their father insisted both his sons and his staff followed protocol.

"We need access to my father's office," Scott said. He didn't notice how his voice had changed. He didn't sound like a fond older brother now, but a commander, someone who expected to be listened to.

Their father's office was secured in multiple ways while he wasn't there. There was information in there that could lead back to International Rescue - if someone knew what they were looking for. Scott wasn't sure who had put the idea in his father's mind, but the man had grown paranoid someone would be able to make the connection because of a random, unimportant file left carelessly out. It was easier to play along and let him secure the room as he wished than family members had keys, but they only worked when their passes were scanned in reception as well. It was a complicated system with cameras and added security locks that Scott didn't understand. Then again, it had been Brains who had designed it. The day he properly understood one of Brains' inventions would be the day he retired from International Rescue!

"Of course." There was a giggle hidden in the words and it was only Virgil's foot pressing on his toes that stopped Scott from reacting. It was a young receptionist, pretty and feminine in a way that might have made Scott look twice if it wasn't for the simpering in her voice. She did indeed recognise them and their names alone were clearly enough to interest her. Scott looked the other way in annoyance while the passes were scanned in.

He dragged Virgil away as soon as he could. It was Virgil's turn to start laughing as the elevator doors shut behind them.

"You look like you're sucking a lemon," he chortled as they were sent whizzing upwards.

Scott's scowl deepened "How is anything supposed to be real when people react like that?"

"Not everyone reacts like that. That girl in the bar last night…"

"Yeah, until her boyfriend turned up." Scott's sighed irritably when he thought about how a promising evening had ended with him and Virgil ducking out of a bar and running back to their apartment. Their father kept one in the city so they didn't have to deal with hotels while on business. But the last thing they needed while enjoying some time away from the island was the press getting hold of their whereabouts.

"Oh cheer up, Scott," Virgil said, the laughter fading from his voice. "We only have a couple of days left, don't let what happened put you off. You might meet someone this afternoon."

"In a museum?"

"Art attracts the girls; haven't you worked that out yet?"

"And there I was thinking you actually cared about the paintings."

"I do!"

"Mm hmm." The lift stopped and Scott led the way out, Virgil's indignant protest still ringing in his ears. He wondered if his brother realised his voice had risen in pitch.

They both paused outside their father's office, waiting for the cameras to recognise their faces as being the same as the ones on the passes scanned below. As soon as they had, a small green light blinked into existence and Scott slid the key into the lock. Within seconds, he was shutting the door behind him again.

Virgil wasted no time moving across the room and sinking into the leather couch lining one wall. Lying back, he dangled his feet over the end and relaxed.

"Don't worry, Virg, I'll get what we need."

"Knew you would," Virgil responded, sighing as he let the seat take his weight. Scott moved to the desk. He pressed his finger to a small sensor, only moving it when his print had been read. The drawer clicked open and Scott sat in his father's seat to pull it open properly.

He had just reached for the report when he suddenly heard Virgil suck in a sharp breath. Glancing up, Scott's heart skipped a beat at the look his brother was giving him.

"What?"

"You…" Virgil looked incapable of finishing his sentence for a moment. As Scott stared at him in rising panic, he swallowed and started again.

"You look scarily like Dad right now."

It was Scott's turn to gape.

"You…" Reaching behind him, he grabbed the cushion supporting his back and threw it at his brother. Virgil caught it neatly - but Scott knew he would. "I thought something serious had happened, you jerk!"

"It is serious," Virgil laughed, throwing the cushion back. Scott neatly returned it to its position and reached back into the drawer.

"You're getting on in your old age, you know," Virgil continued. "Might have to think about retiring soon."

"Oh yeah? And who would take my role, you?"

"No way, I'm good where I am, thanks. Alan could though."

"Alan?" Resisting the urge to throw something heavier at his brother, Scott stood up. When they were off the island, it was automatic to guard what they were saying. But Scott knew what Virgil was implying and the idea of Alan flying Thunderbird One was enough to make him shudder.

Scott pulled the report out and crossed the room, grabbing Virgil's arm as he passed. Without warning, he hauled the younger man to his feet.

"We're done here."

"Already?"

"I told you it wouldn't take long. Where do you want to go for lunch?" Scott moved towards the door. Then stopped. His heart skipped a beat and Scott stared at the door. Virgil shot him a quizzically look and made to move forward. As he did, Scott yanked him to a stop just as a shadow passed under the door. Virgil gave him an incredulous look and Scott knew why. People would be walking the corridor; this was a working office, after all. But something didn't feel right. Scott shook his head at Virgil, warning him not to open the door.

"Scott?" Virgil's voice was low. Scott knew what his brother was thinking. It wasn't only his father paranoid these days – what was so suspicious about someone walking past? They were here on vacation, taking a break from danger and having to be alert. It was the middle of the day and the offices would be busy. There was no reason for him to react like this. Scott tried to shake the feeling and reached for the door again.

And stopped, staring.

The shadow wasn't passing on, but had stopped. Right outside the door. Scott knew the camera in the corner of the door would even now be trying to identify him. But there were no other passes that could be matched to enter the office. The person wasn't getting in. But why had they stopped?

Backing away silently, Scott motioned for Virgil to do the same. He didn't want to give away the fact that there were people in the office - and he wanted to know who this was. Virgil seemed to be thinking the same, for while Scott was still backing up, he rounded their father's desk and turned on the desktop resting on it.

"What are you doing?" Scott muttered, keeping his voice quiet. Sound didn't travel from here. Their father used it for important business calls, he wouldn't risk anyone passing by overhear him. But Scott didn't want even a muffle of noise escaping and alerting the intruder to their presence.

"Seeing if I can access the cameras from here and find out who it is. If he doesn't back away, we can send it to John and get him to do something about it."

Grinning at how Virgil still believed John could solve anything, Scott also rounded the desk so he could see what was going on. It came as no surprise that the computer was state of the art and was loaded in seconds. No doubt Brains had upgraded it more than the usual computers.

"Password protected," Virgil sighed, staring at the screen. Scott nudged the chair, leant over and typed in their mother's name. Pausing for a second, he then entered her birthday straight afterwards and hit enter. The computer loaded.

"How did you know that?"

"Strong password means letters and numbers."

"Yeah, but…"

"It's Dad, Virg," Scott said softly, resting a hand on his brother's shoulder fleetingly. "What else was it going to be?"

As Virgil shrugged in acknowledgement, Scott hoped no one else knew his father that well. It really shouldn't have been that predictable and Scott wondered if he should have a word with the man. Or get John to – his brother would be able to explain the dangers of an obvious password far better than Scott could. A fleeting wry smile crossed Scott's expression – Virgil was not the only one who relied on John, it seemed.

But once they were in, it was over to Virgil. Scott didn't know what he was doing and he watched enviously as Virgil navigated his way around the complex software on the machine in order to pull up the camera feed. He linked to the camera – something Scott wasn't sure was supposed to be possible from the desktop – and they found themselves looking at the man outside of the door.

"Know him?" Scott asked, staring at the image. Virgil shook his head.

"Nope. Amateur?"

"Guessing so. How did he get past reception?"

"By batting his eyelids?" Virgil scoffed and Scott had to admit he had a point. The way the receptionist had behaved with them, it wouldn't have surprised Scott if a bit of flattery had allowed this man to charm his way into the building.

"He's not an employee," Virgil continued. Scott glanced at the screen to see his brother was running a check. The man was wearing a suit, but it was a cheap one. No doubt a pretence to get into the building. He wasn't much older than the brothers but Scott knew that meant nothing. After all, they were out saving the world every other day; age wasn't an indication of skill.

"He's not leaving," Scott muttered after they had both spent a few moments staring at the screen. If anything, the man had moved closer to the door. He seemed to be simply looking at it, but even watching via the camera, Scott could see the alertness and calculation in his eyes. Whatever he was doing, he wasn't just standing there.

"Right," Virgil moved the chair around to a better position. "Let's find out who you are."

"You can do that from here?"

"Nope. But John can from Five and if we've got an identity, we've got a way of knowing if we should be worried." Virgil pushed up his sleeve as he spoke, revealing his watch. Scott nodded when his brother caught his eye, knowing that Virgil was waiting for him to agree to the plan. Virgil returned the nod and lifted his arm.

"John, come in," he said, pressing a button on his watch as he did so. Their brother didn't take long to respond.

"Can you two seriously not even manage a week without needing me to play peacemaker?"

"What? No. I mean, yes…"

"We're at the office, John," Scott cut in, deciding to ignore the remark. He took a light hold of Virgil's arm as he spoke. "We've got a slight problem."

"Index finger, Scott."

"I know." Scott said. Did John really think he couldn't open the drawer? "That's not the problem. We've got a guest."

Intending to move the watch so that John had a visual on the screen, Scott flinched when Virgil hit him.

"My arm doesn't bend that way!" the younger brother hissed, snatching his arm back. "John, take a look at the camera access."

"He can do that?"

"Where is he, Scott? He can access pretty much anything."

"Well, not quite anything…"

"Now, please," Virgil muttered, his eyes locked on the screen. Scott reached over and squeezed his shoulder, knowing the longer the man stood there, the tenser Virgil would become. Scott couldn't blame him; it had been a quiet trip so far and that normally meant trouble was still to come for the Tracys. Maybe he should have let the press notice them in the bar after all...?

Virgil shot him a look that Scott knew meant he appreciated the concern but it really wasn't helping. Neither of them so much as blinked while they waited for John, eyes glued to the screen.

Scott leant closer. "What's he doing?"

The man seemed to be reaching into his pocket for something. Scott didn't know what he was expecting, but he laughed in relief when the man pulled out what seemed to be an ordinary pen. But his laughter died in his throat when he caught sight of Virgil's face.

"What is it?" Scott asked, his voice cautious.

"I don't know. But it's not a pen," Virgil said quietly. "John?"

"I can't tell from here, it's too far away. But I've got you a name."

"Well?" Scott didn't like the tense note in John's voice.

"Jacob Keane."

"Who?"

"Doesn't matter. The problem is, he was some sort of whizz kid. I'm talking Brains level. Taken out of school when he was fourteen to work for some company - haven't got a name yet. Disappeared off the radar after that. If he has something in his hand, chances are he can get through that door."

Virgil muttered a hurried thanks and disconnected before looking at Scott. Scott knew he had to think, he had to work out how they would handle this. If it was just the business information in here, he might have sat back, then called the police afterwards. But they couldn't risk this Keane making connections to International Rescue. Maybe his father wasn't paranoid…Maybe there were things in this room that could link the Tracys to the world-rescue organisation.

"Go into the bathroom," Scott said, gesturing to the en-suite off his father's office. "And whatever you do, stay quiet."

"What are you going to do?" Virgil asked, trying to resist the shove his brother gave him. Scott pushed harder, forcing Virgil to take a stumbling step in that direction.

"Find out what he wants."

"What? Scott, are you mad?"

"If he breaks in, the whole system is compromised and our vacation is over until Brains gets out here. Maybe I can talk to him and sort this out?"

Scott was not the slightest bit reassured by the dubious look that his brother shot him, but he was glad Virgil decided to do as he was told, disappearing into the bathroom. When the door clicked shut behind him, Scott turned off the computer, squared his shoulders and prepared to open the office door.