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Scott looked around as he reached the door. It came as no surprise to see the bathroom door still open a little and Virgil visible through it. Rolling his eyes, Scott knew there was nothing he could do about it. He would have done exactly the same thing, keeping an eye on the situation (and his brother) at all times. But if their visitor used his strange device to get through the door, then security would be compromised and their vacation would be officially off until everything was sorted.

Scott had waited too long for these few days of freedom and he knew Virgil felt the same. He would be damned if he let some guy ruin it. Resting his hand on the door handle, Scott took a breath even as he pulled it open.

"Oh!" He inwardly cringed. That had been terrible. He didn't sound at all shocked and knew the expression on his face wouldn't be convincing either. He had never been the acting type. But the other man still jumped, leaping back a pace with a curse. He looked up and Scott forced himself not to react to the darkening look on Keane's face. He wasn't the Field Commander of International Rescue here. He was a playboy millionaire who spend his days doing nothing. Still, as Keane continued to glare, Scott felt his fingers twitching, wanting to react.

"You shouldn't be here," Keane muttered, glancing up and down the hallway. When he didn't back off any further, Scott knew there was no one else around. Keane wasn't backing away – he clearly didn't see Scott as a threat while there was no one else to witness his presence.

"Neither should you," Scott responded. He knew he had to be careful, but that didn't mean he had to act weak. After all, it was no secret he had been in the Air Force. He wasn't a pushover and if this man had done his research, he would know that. "My father's not here. You'll have to come back another day."

Scott made to step out of the room, knowing the door would lock behind him. He had left his pass on the desk when they first realised they had a problem so Keane wouldn't be able to use him to get back in again. He couldn't let on he knew the man had been standing here for a while trying to force the door.

"You're not going anywhere."

Scott's surprise was more genuine this time as Keane moved, blocking his path and his hand coming to rest on Scott's chest. Scott looked down, but before he could react, Keane shoved him back, hard. Scott stumbled, fighting to regain his balance as he fell through the door. While he remained on his feet, the door also remained open long enough for Keane to slip through. It might have been less than ideal, but at least the security system itself hadn't been breached.

"What do you think you're doing? You can't be in here. Go now before I call security." If Keane was on his own, Scott knew they had nothing to worry about. He could take the man down on his own and if not, Virgil was no doubt keeping an eye on things. He stepped towards Keane, determined to get him out. But as he reached for the man's arm, Keane reached for his pocket.

Scott froze as a gun was pressed against his chest. Keane moved forward, forcing Scott back until he was sitting on the sofa.

"You're not supposed to be here," the man repeated. Although he kept the gun trained on Scott, he shifted hands as he let a rucksack slide from his back. Scott couldn't help but shift, cursing himself for not noticing it before. He had no idea what was inside it, but he knew the possibilities made it more dangerous for him and Virgil.

"But I've come too far to back down now. I can't."

"Back down from what?" Scott asked, trying to keep his voice neutral. He wasn't scared of the gun – he had room to react if Keane looked as if he was going to pull the trigger. But he couldn't deny a hint of nerves making his heart-rate speed up. He might not be scared, but no one liked having a gun pointed at them. "Whatever you are planning to do, it isn't too late to walk away. Leave now before security come."

"You haven't called them."

"How do you know?"

"I've been watching you."

Scott bit back a retort, knowing Keane had believed his fake surprise when the door had first opened. But it was true - since they had bumped into each other, Scott had had no chance to call for help. Keane knew he was bluffing.

"You know this won't work." Scott muttered, beginning to get the feeling his attempt to talk the man out of this wasn't going to work.

"Just shut up, will you?"

As Keane backed away and pulled open the bag, Scott risked a glance at the bathroom. He could just make out Virgil but he shook his head warningly. The longer his brother remained undetected, the better. Keane was still directing the gun at him, but his attention was focused on the bag. Scott shifted forward a little before stilling to see if his action had been noticed. When Keane didn't react, he made to do it again. But he hesitated as Keane pulled a radio out of his bag. He looked back up at Scott, who froze.

"I'm in," Keane said and Scott knew this was a lot bigger than one man trying his luck. As Keane put the radio down, Scott lunged for him. He managed to jerk the gun out of Keane's hand and sent it spinning across the room, towards the bathroom. It didn't take long before he had both of Keane's hands gripped in his own, pinning them to the floor as he straddled him.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded, knowing the time for pretence was over. If questions were asked over his ability, he would tell the truth – that the Air Force had taught him a lot. International Rescue had only honed the skills he already had. But Scott had to keep Virgil safe and if that meant getting answers in more unconventional ways, then so be it.

"Like you don't know. Doesn't Daddy tell you everything?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Keane didn't answer, but instead wrenched at Scott's hold. It wasn't enough to shake the pilot loose and Scott exerted more pressure, pinning him down.

"Tell me what you mean! What do you want?"

Keane fell still, panting as he stared up at Scott. For a long moment, Scott didn't think he would answer. He was about to stand, determined to get Keane down to security and end this when a loud noise made him jump.

The fire alarm continued to scream its warnings and Scott stood before he could stop himself. It was so instinctual to react to an alarm his body did it on its own. But as he reached down to pull Keane to his feet, he paused at the laughter playing out over the man's face.

"You're too late," Keane said but Scott grabbed his arm and hauled him up.

"We're leaving. Now." he barked, shoving the man towards the door. The bag was still on the floor and Scott kicked it out of the way as he grabbed hold of Keane's collar. Judging by the lack of resistance during their brief tussle, Keane wasn't a fighter. Scott didn't think he would have any trouble getting the man downstairs and there was every chance the cops were already on their way. Crowds tended to gather when Tracy Tower suddenly emptied, even for a fire alarm.

He was surprised when Keane let himself be manhandled out of the door. Scott thought he would at least try something. But unfortunately for Scott, it only took him a couple of steps down the corridor until he found out why. Thundering footsteps could be heard on the stairs and Scott's assumptions they were workers heading out was ruined when the stairwell door burst open and five men appeared.

That was when Scott knew the fire alarm was just a distraction. It was the only way the men would have been able to get past the receptionist while being so heavily armed. Scott swallowed but pulled Keane closer, wondering if he could use the man as a shield. If they were together, they wouldn't want to shoot one of their own, surely? Backing up, he pressed the wall against his back and held Keane tight.

"Don't come any closer." While his voice didn't shake, Scott knew he didn't exactly sound confident. One of the men laughed as all five moved closer and Scott knew he was in trouble.

TBTBTB

Virgil carefully edged out of the bathroom as his brother disappeared out of the door. He was so used to hearing alarms screaming that he was able to tune it out as he picked up the gun and moved towards the door himself. He knew why Scott wanted him to remain out of the way and knew having the element of surprise on their side was always a good thing. But that didn't stop him from wanting to kill his brother for making him be the one who hid. It had been hard not to react when Scott had thrown himself at Keane.

It had, however, given Virgil the chance to record everything that was said and beam it up to John. He, too, had no idea what the intruder had meant by his mocking words and he hoped that even if John didn't either, he would be able to find enough out about Keane's background to work out what was going on.

Inching the door open, Virgil carefully looked out, making sure he couldn't be seen. For a moment, he thought the coast was clear. But as he made to take a step, his angle changed and he realised the corridor only seemed clear because everyone in it was pressed against a wall.

Or, rather, holding his brother against the wall while they subdued him.

Virgil winced when he heard Scott grunt and he glanced at the gun in his hand. He had no idea if the men were armed or not but even his brief glance revealed he was outnumbered. He could take out one of them, but the chances were they could turn on Scott before he had the chance to get them to back off.

A scuffle jerked Virgil's gaze from the gun to the corridor again and he swore, scrambling backwards as he realised they were moving towards the room, Keane in the lead. Once he was a few steps inside, Virgil suddenly realised the noise the door would make when it closed would reveal he was in there. Not knowing what else to do, he kicked out at the bag, sending it spinning across the floor. Just in time, the fabric caught in the door and stopped it from completely closing. Virgil dived back into the bathroom, but made sure he kept a close eye on what was going on.

Scott might want him to hide, but that didn't mean Virgil had any intention of letting his brother be hurt. Or do anything idiotic. With Scott, he was never sure which came first. He just made out the sound of the door opening, but then silence fell. The alarm had been stopped. Virgil's ears were ringing at the lack of sound and he tried to focus through it, needing to know what was going on in the room beyond.

By the time his hearing returned to normal, the men had moved into sight. For the first time ever, Virgil was glad of which direction in which the bathroom door opened. For it meant by having it open a crack, he was able to see his father's desk, the one place the men made a direct beeline for. Two took up position either side of it and Virgil could only watch as Keane rounded the desk. For a heart-stopping few seconds, Virgil couldn't remember if they had switched the computer off or not. But then Keane looked up and soothed Virgil's concerns.

"What's the password?"

"How do I know?" While Scott might have been playing it cool before, there was nothing but fury in his voice now. Virgil shifted a little, trying to get a better view. When he did, however, he sighed. Scott was on his knees, another two men standing either side of him, their hands on his shoulders holding him down. Virgil knew that wasn't going to be enough, not considering the look on Scott's face. His brother was biding his time and Virgil hoped Scott would give him a signal before he lashed out so Virgil could at least try and help. He glanced at the gun and sighed. He couldn't even see all of the men – the gun wouldn't help him now. Or help Scott for that matter.

"He's your father," Keane continued. "Tell me the password."

"You really think he tells me stuff like that? I don't want to know what he's got saved on there, thanks…" Scott's flippant tone was cut off by a thud and Virgil flinched as his brother had to put a hand out to break his fall.

"I'll only ask you once more…"

"We don't need him."

A second voice spoke. It was one of the men near the desk, but Virgil wasn't sure which. Frantically, he reconnected his watch having cut the link when the alarm had gone off. If John could get a voice match, they might be able to figure out who Keane was working with.

"He isn't supposed to be here; we had plans for how to hack it."

"Why does everyone keep saying that? You're the ones who shouldn't be here!"

"Shut up, Scotty!" Virgil breathed. He knew exactly what his brother was doing - attempting to get them angry enough to lash out. Why he had suddenly started adopting the same techniques that Gordon used, Virgil had no idea. But the more Scott attempted to get to his feet, the more the men were distracted and the longer it took for them to start breaking into his father's computer. Realising his brother was costing the men time, Virgil held his breath and slowly closed the door. He couldn't help but wince at the click the door made as it shut, but Scott was yelling again and it muffled any sound Virgil might have made.

Crossing the bathroom, Virgil crouched behind the toilet and cursed what his life was coming to. But it offered him some shelter and stopped him being visible if someone glanced in. Glancing down at his watch, Virgil lifted it high enough so that he could whisper.

"Please tell me you've got something?"

"Almost." John's voice was nothing but a murmur and Virgil knew his brother had picked up enough about the situation to know that he couldn't talk normally. "I'm running scans on that voice. If it's been connected to even the remotest thing, I'll pick it up."

Another thud came from behind the door and Virgil momentarily shut his eyes. "I know you normally say not to rush you…but hurry up."

"Almost there."

"I don't know it!" Scott's shout was so loud that Virgil drew back into the wall a little before realising the door was still shut. Before he could react, however, John spoke again.

"The one who spoke… His name is Joshua Maloc. He dropped off the grid a few years ago but before that had been arrested more than once for arms dealing. And I don't just mean hand guns; this guy is involved with the big stuff."

"So what the hell is he doing here? What has any of that got to do with Dad?"

"No idea. Virg, I'm going to patch Dad in on this…"

"Don't!" Virgil almost forgot to whisper and his heart gave a lurch. "He'll never let us off the island again…"

"So you would rather he found out when the media got hold of the news one of his sons was a hostage and nothing mentioned about you? Sorry, kid, it's better he hears it from me. Besides, he might know what they are after."

Virgil nodded even though he knew John couldn't see it from that angle, and lowered his wrist. The line went dead as he did so. He knew John would patch himself back through when he had news, but for now, they couldn't risk Virgil's watch picking up anything of their father's reaction and giving him away.

Standing up again, Virgil carefully moved back towards the door, knowing he had to at least see what sort of trouble his brother had got himself in. He only hoped Scott didn't push it too far. They wouldn't be able to get out of this if Scott got hurt. Unfortunately, Virgil was fully aware that Scott wouldn't think about what happened to him if he believed that he was somehow keeping Virgil safe. It was one of those things that Virgil had never worked out if he was touched about, or hated with a passion.

But he never got as far as seeing what was going on. For Virgil was only halfway across the bathroom when he stopped, staring with wide eyes. The door was opening from the other side.

Someone was coming in and there was nowhere to hide.