Sorry I'm a bit late but you get two for the price of one! (Mainly because this chapter's so short)

John was the first one to arrive back at the plane that afternoon. Tracy One was waiting on the tarmac just like she always was, but today it looked like things would be a little different than normal.

Usually his Father, Alan and Gordon would already be waiting, but there was no sign of them. The only person around was Mr King, his Father's personal assistant, and it looked like he was setting up some equipment. John sighed, if Mr King was here then it meant they weren't taking off any time soon.

He shyly nodded hello to Mr King as he boarded Tracy One and headed straight to his seat. Although the plane had ten seats altogether, they all seemed to sit in the same place every day.

There were four rows of two on the side opposite the door and two single seats on the other side at the front. John's normal spot was usually the two seats right at the back. Scott was normally in front of him, Gordon the row in front of that with Alan right at the front and Virgil usually occupying one of the two single seats. He didn't know why none of them sat together but it had always been that way.

Since they looked like they'd be here a while John decided to make a start on his homework. He had just spread himself out when he heard someone climbing the steps. He looked up as Virgil entered the plane, he smiled but Virgil just glared at him and threw himself into his chair. Seemed like Virgil was still annoyed over the incident at lunch.

Scott was hot on his heels, dumping his bag on the floor and curling up in his seat by the window. He glanced around "Where's Dad?"

John shrugged "Maybe the traffic's bad today."

Scott nodded vacantly as he pulled out his cell and John knew they had now lost him until supper time. He had no idea what he was doing or who he was in contact with, just that he seemed to spend every waking moment glued to his cell. He shook his head and turned his attention to his algebra, maybe he'd understand when he was fifteen.

He was disturbed about ten minutes later by Alan scampering through the door and into his seat. Immediately he picked up his tablet from where he had left it that morning and switched it on. Another slave to technology, he thought and then everybody in the plane stopped what they were doing as their Father's voice thundered through the open door.

"Gordon! For once in your life will you do as you are told and get on the damn plane!"

A few seconds later his red-headed brother came rushing in and disappeared into his seat and John wondered what he had done to upset his Father this time. He watched Scott lean forward over the seat to see what had happened but it looked like Gordon didn't want to talk. Even Virgil managed a worried glance in his direction, which was monumental for Virgil cus usually when he was in one of his sulky moods he didn't take any notice of anybody.

There were more heated words being said outside but John couldn't hear what was going on from where he was then it suddenly went quiet and his Father appeared in the doorway, his face like thunder.

Collectively they all sat up and five seatbelts clicked almost as one. None of them spoke, none of them asked their Father if he was okay or what had happened. John knew his Father had a temper but very rarely did he show it, especially to them. Something very bad must have happened to get him this angry. They were all going to have to be on their best behaviour for the next few hours or so. John glanced over towards Gordon and saw his red head bent forward. He'd hate to be in his brother's shoes right about now.