I am so, so, so sorry about the late update. I didn't know how to write this chapter, and I know that's not an excuse. I've actually had quite a lot of time, but whenever I have time I don't use it well and whenever I don't I do. Anyway, thank you to all my lovely reviewers. You all rock! On with the chapter!

Realisations and Locations

"So, I think I'll be off then," Wally said. "I have business to attend to."

"What, you mean stealing from unsuspecting victims?" Scott said with disgust, shaking his head.

"Oh, you're not still going on about that, are you? It's not as if I'm really mean. I only rob from the rich. I'm like Robin Hood, except I don't give to the poor. And besides, Tracy's got heaps of cash. He won't miss a few plans." Scott rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, and that's why I had to fly all the way out here, is it?"

"But... wait, you are a Tracy Enterprises employee, aren't you?" Wally's eyes widened as he started to realise the fact he had been missing since day one. Scott's confused frown confirmed his thoughts, and he looked on in disbelief.

"Oh, God!" he breathed. "You're Jeff Tracy's son, aren't you?"

Scott shot him an 'oh, finally' look, before rolling his eyes again.

"I'd have thought the 'Scott Tracy' thing would have got it, but then again..." Wally, however, was not listening, too lost in thought with plans for the future.

"Wait, does that mean I'm Jeff Tracy's son too?"

"You would have thought it, wouldn't you?" Wally turned back to Scott with a pre-occupied look on his face.

"I gotta go. Stay here. Remember, my buddies can see ya!" And with that, he rushed across the warehouse like an excited five year old.

Scott shook his head. He still couldn't really believe he actually had a twin brother. A brother he had never known about. Scott suddenly felt a rush of anger. His father had never mentioned another brother. Didn't Scott have the right to know if he had a twin? And just what had happened all those years ago for them to be separated?

Scott was brought out of his musings by a quiet buzzing noise. He mentally slapped himself as he remembered his watch. His family had probably been worried sick about him, especially since there had been a lot of reporters outside Tracy Enterprises and just about everyone in New York, or even America, would have known about his disappearance. He imagined how his father and brothers must have felt, turning on the news to hear that he had been arrested and then escaped from police custody. But Scott couldn't call his family back yet. His watch was extremely high-tech and Scott was almost certain Wally and his gang would take it, either to sell it or use it themselves. Either way, Scott needed his watch to call his family and he couldn't let the thieves see its real purpose. He needed somewhere private to operate it.

"Hey, Wally," he called in the direction he had seen his twin go. Several heads turned around, many of them unfriendly and unsmiling. A burly, brown-haired man with a scar across his left cheek answered.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Do you know where the restroom is?"

Jeff was getting extremely worried now. He had been trying to contact Scott for ages now. Sure, Scott had been rescued - or kidnapped - from the police by several people and was probably hiding with them now, but the watch wasn't at all suspicious. The beeping sounded like an alarm and Jeff had made sure he called on the hour to make it seem like he had an appointment at that time, when Scott knew he didn't have any alarms on his watch. Even if Scott was with other people, he could have excused himself from whatever he was doing. Jeff was starting to suspect Scott didn't have his watch on him or was unable to call.

Just as he was about to give up hope, a voice came through the speakers.

"This is Scott Tracy, reading you loud and clear." Scott's voice was hardly more than a whisper and Jeff could hear running water in the background, but at least he was okay.

Scott had made sure he had turned the tap on the sink next to him on before he called his dad, as not to arouse suspicion. He already knew the criminals didn't like him and Scott didn't exactly want to end up with two black eyes and several broken bones. The man who had shown him the toilet had probably gone away, and who could blame him? Scott had to make sure he didn't touch the walls in the enclosed space and he didn't even want to look at the toilet. He had seen some bad rescue scenes in his time, but this place really was a hovel. It made the rest of the warehouse look like a palace.

"This is Scott Tracy, reading you loud and clear," he quietly replied. He could hear his father's relief when Jeff spoke.

"Scott, what on Earth is going on?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. All I know is that I'm with the criminals who actually stole the plans. I was framed." Jeff's eyes widened.

"They haven't hurt you, have they?" he questioned anxiously.

"No, Dad." Jeff sighed with relief. "Look, I know I'm in a warehouse in New York somewhere. I've got something to I need to talk to you about, though..."

"ARE YOU DONE IN THERE YET?" a voice bellowed from outside. Scott rolled his eyes.

"Nearly," he yelled back.

"Look, it'll have to wait," Jeff said apologetically. "I'll get John to track your watch. You, try to escape. Do whatever you can to get out." Scott nodded and signed off, before flushing the toilet and stepping outside.

Jeff broke the connection and smiled. His son was safe, at least for now. He was about to call John in Thunderbird 5, when the eyes of his portrait flashed.

"Come in, John," he said. A speaker came up from his desk and his picture became a live image.

"Father, it seems there's been a landslide in Yorkshire, England. At least 10 people are trapped in a cave. They don't have much air left and no emergency services can get to them in time."

"Alright, John." Jeff was about to ask Kyrano or Tin Tin to fetch the boys when Virgil, Alan and Gordon walked in.

"Ah, there you are. Alan, launch Thunderbird 1. Virgil, you'll need Pod 5, with the Mole and the Excavator. Gordon, you'll double-crew with Virgil. John'll give you the details when you're underway. Well, get going."

The boys needed no further warning and set off, Alan looking excited at the prospect of flying Thunderbird 1. Jeff relaxed back into his seat. Tracking Scott would have to wait until after the mission.

Scott strode up to where Wally was having a conversation with some more unfriendly-looking criminals.

"Hey," he greeted. Wally didn't turn around but continued to write on a piece of paper in front of him.

"I thought I told you to stay over there. You could even watch TV. I don't care, as long as you don't bother me. I'm doing something really important here."

"But I have an idea." Wally turned around at this.

"I could call my family and ask them to pick me up. It wouldn't be any trouble and the police wouldn't find out. I can tell I'm getting in the way here."

Wally was about to reply but one of the men beside him beat him to it.

"Why would we let you go now? We saved your ass from the cops. You need to pay back the debt to us." Wally looked as if he was going to protest but the stares he got from the men beside him changed his mind.

"Yeah, Scott. You'll have to take part in at least two robberies to make up for it." The others nodded but a skinny red-head with glasses caught a glimpse of the watch on Scott's wrist.

"Oh, no, we need a bit more than that," he protested. "That watch you're wearing should make up for it. How much is it worth? $1000? That should do." Before Scott could react, he snatched the watch off his wrist and gave it to Wally.

"Thanks, Cranium. Sorry, Scott. No hard feelings? After all, your dad is stinkin' rich. You can afford another one."

"He's your dad too," Scott muttered quietly, loudly saying, "Hey, I didn't even commit a crime. I shouldn't have had to be arrested by the police. You should've."

"Hey, we need to eat," Wally said. "We can sell this downtown. I wonder how much it'll make. Nick," he handed the watch to a young man beside him, "drive to the middle of town and sell this. Come back with the money afterwards." The man nodded and rushed out of the door.

"Scott," Wally dictated. "Do you want to stay here and get the brief for our next robbery? You can put in some of your ideas if you like." Scott turned to him before nodding miserably and falling back onto a chair behind him. He didn't listen to anything they said, thinking about his own worries. I wonder who'll buy the watch, he thought. It'll be a bit of a shock to them, being followed around by Jeff Tracy and his sons.

Ooh, so who will buy the watch? Will Scott ever escape from the warehouse? Why did Scott never know about Wally? Find out in the next few chapters of Twinned Reality.

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