Alan quickly strode down the hallway of the Tracy house. He had managed to get in through one of the back doors that The Hood's men weren't watching. He quickly walked into one of the storage rooms and closed the door behind him. He took off his rucksack and placed it on the ground in front of him.

He unzipped the bag and took out his field gear that he had taken from the safe I his room. He strapped a holster to his right leg and quickly slotted his Beretta handgun into it.

Next, he pulled out the five knives and placed them behind his back on a belt.

Alan looked at the two MP7's in his bag and considered whether it was a good idea to use them. There were only a few men up against him here. And things weren't really likely to end up in firefight anyway. Finally, Alan decided to only take one out and placed the other back inside his bag.

Alan slung his backpack over his shoulders again and stepped out of the storage room. He looked left and right down the long empty corridor to make sure that no-one was coming. When he saw it was clear, he started walking in the direction of the Thunderbird hangers, deep below the house.

Alan stood outside the door to the Thunderbird 2 hanger. He had been watching Mullion and three of the other Hood mercenaries walking around the giant, green rescue ship. They were in the process of loading The Mole into its cargo bay.

'So, that's how they're planning to get into the bank vaults' Alan noted. They certainly weren't planning on going in discreetly. The Mole was good at its job but it attracted a hall of a lot of attention. There was no way that The Hood could get into the Bank Of London without people seeing him.

That meant civilian casualties would be inevitable should The Hood get off the island.

And, that meant Alan had to stop them. For the E.O.S.T.C and for himself. It was his duty to remove evil from the world and to protect as many lives as he could.

"I want this ship ready within an hour" Mullion announced "We leave as soon as we're done" he barked

The guards merely nodded their heads and gave a quiet 'yes, sir' as they got on with their tasks.

Alan watched as they broke into storage lockers around the hanger and removed all sorts of Thunderbird equipment. They seemed to be ransacking the place for anything of value.

He had already established that Kyrano, Onaha, Fermat and Tin-Tin were being held hostage on-board Thunderbird 2. So, that was Alan's first task – to rescue them. First, he had to deal with the guards.

Just as he thought it, Alan watched as Mullion and two of the three guards walked back into Thunderbird 2 and left only one outside to continue searching through useless boxes.

'Guess they're not really expecting anyone else, are they?' Alan thought as he smirked.

He quietly crept out of his hiding place and slowly approached the guard who had his back turned to Alan. If Alan could take this guard out without alerting the others, then his job would be a lot easier.

Alan walked up until he was within just a few metres of the guard until his foot accidently knocked into one of the small boxes on the floor.

Alan stopped suddenly. The noise the box resounded was enough to get the guard's attention as he turned to face Alan.

"Aw, shit…"Alan cursed as he ran to close the gap between them

"Hey!" The guard yelled just before Alan leapt up into the air and spun with his foot held out in a spinning kick. There was a resounding crack as Alan's foot connected with the side of the man's face.

The guard soared backwards from the brunt of the attack into a pile of crates stacked behind him. And, he stayed down, unconscious. An almighty clatter echoed within the large hanger.

'Well, that went badly quickly' Alan thought as he landed perfectly on his feet.

"What the hell's going on out here?" Mullion yelled as he stomped down Thunderbird 2's ramp.

Alan didn't have time to hide again before he and Mullion caught sight of each other.

"There!" Mullion yelled as he pointed at Alan "Get him!" he ordered

The two other guards rushed out from behind Mullion and charged at Alan.

Alan was quick to pull out two knives from his belt and he threw the first at the nearest guard. The man let out a scream of pain as the sharp blade embedded itself in his shoulder. He stumbled backwards and fell to the ground.

Within a second, Alan threw his other knife at the second guard rushing towards him. This one hit dead centre in his left leg. Alan let out a chuckle as the man fell to the floor in front of him. He looked back up at Mullion who made a snarling sound as he looked at his three men lying on the floor. Because of a child!

"Well, they were even poorer quality than the ones I found on your sub" Alan chuckled as he taunted Mullion.

Mullion lifted his lip in a silent snarl as he rolled his shoulders and made his way towards Alan. Ready for a fight.

Alan chuckled darkly as he raised his fists. Mullion roared as he raised his abnormally large leg to kick Alan. Alan lifted his own leg to block the hit but the force of Mullion's kick sent him stumbling back into the wall.

Alan groaned as he shook his head just in time to see Mullion roar as he sent his fist flying towards Alan's face.

Alan yelped and ducked out of the way and to the side. There was a loud thump as Mullion's fist went flying into the wall and left a fist shaped imprint in its place. Mullion yelled as he shook his hand, trying to get rid of the pain shooting through his hand.

At this point, Alan should technically take drastic action and reach for his gun. But, he knew that Mullion was just a lieutenant in The Hood's organisation- a pawn that could easily be manipulated. So, Alan always preferred to give them a choice. Death by his hand or incarceration.

Alan leapt up and brought his fist down against Mullion's face. Mullion looked completely un-phased by the punch and just turned to face Alan and began his attack again. He angrily grabbed at Alan's shirt and lifted him up off his feet and into the air. Mullion tossed Alan across the room. He landed with a thump as he crashed against Brains' desk and fell to the floor with a groan.

"Ow" Alan said as he hugged his chest protectively. But, he didn't get much respite as he heard Mullion's loud footsteps heading for him again.

Alan pushed himself up and leapt over Brains' desk. He ducked under Mullion's attack as the large man swung at him repeatedly.

Alan blocked each attack with skill and precision as he whacked away Mullion's hands every time they came close. He landed a punch against Mullion in the throat.

Mullion merely coughed slightly and rubbed at his throat as if nothing had happened.

"Come on already!" Alan groaned as Mullion just kept coming. Alan had faced opponents in the field who went down almost instantly after something like that.

Mullion roared as he lunged at Alan again. He gripped his shirt and lifted Alan into the air once again. This time, he didn't throw him- which Alan was grateful for.

"Who are you?" Mullion growled

"Me?" Alan repeated "I'm an agent" he said

When Mullion frowned in confusion at him, Alan took the opportunity to knee Mullion in the face. Mullion groaned and dropped Alan unceremoniously on the floor.

Alan quickly recovered and got back on his feet. He grabbed the red, metal fire extinguisher from its resting place by Brains' desk and lifted it up. He whistled to attract Mullion's attention and when the giant man turned to face him, Alan whacked him across the face with the fire extinguisher. Mullion's face merely whipped to the side but otherwise remained on his feet.

"Oh, this is just ridiculous!" Alan voiced his frustrations. Mullion prepared himself to attack once more but Alan had had enough "Fine then!" he yelled as he pulled out him Beretta from the holster on his leg.

Alan levelled Mullion with a glare before he aimed his gun at Mullion's leg and fired. The shot pierced straight through Mullion's leg and came out the other side. Alan knew that it hadn't hit any major arteries on the way through.

Mullion screamed as he flopped down to the floor in agony. He yelled angrily as he used his hand to apply pressure to the wound.

Alan went over to one of the storage crates and pulled out one of the many first aid kits his brothers insisted on having. He tossed it at Mullion who caught it with his free hand.

"Apply pressure to it" Alan advised "And, with any luck, you won't bleed out before someone comes to find you. Although, I wouldn't expect much sympathy from the people that do" he said

Alan sighed as he took in the area around him. The place was an absolute mess. Supplies and equipment scattered all across the floor and all sorts of liquids were spilled all over the floor. But, on the upside, Alan had taken down the biggest threat to him from The Hood's operation.

"Mullion. Mullion! What's going on down there? Mullion report!" a woman's voice said through Mullion's headset radio. Alan guessed that that was Transom- The Hood's computer specialist and criminal hacker.

Mullion desperately reached to answer the woman's demands but Alan grabbed for it first "Ah,ah,ah,ah,ah" Alan said shaking his finger at Mullion negatively. He held his hand out frat and looked from Mullion to his hand.

Mullion snarled again but pulled off his radio and handed it to Alan. Alan placed the radio on his ear and pressed the transmit button.

"Hello…I'm afraid Mullion's too busy trying to stop himself from bleeding out on the floor to talk" Alan said. He sent a smirk towards Mullion when the man grumbled something under his breath "I take it I'm speaking with Transom?" Alan assumed

Alan heard the sounds of someone quickly yanking the radio from Transom and a new, male voice growled.

"Who is this?" The voice demanded

"Ah, the man behind it all" Alan mused "The Hood, or should I say…Trangh Belagant. Which one would you prefer?" Alan asked

The Hood decided to ignore Alan's question and instead asked his own

"Who are you?" The Hood demanded again

"Well, you can call me a friend of a friend of those men you killed in Malaya. And, I can tell you, while I spared your friend here…"Alan looked down at Mullion before looking up again"…I shall offer you no such luxury. But, do tell Transom that the offer is open to her as well, for me won't you?"

"The E.O.S.T.C…" The Hood realised "I always wondered when I'd run into one of you again. I do hope you have something better to offer than those other agents. After all, they fell so quickly and they screamed for their lives as they were crushed to death"

Alan bit back the multitude of insults and curses his mind had prepared at The Hood's last sentence. It would do no good to fight over the radio. Doing it in person would be so much better.

"Well, all things catch up to us in the end Mr Belagant" Alan said before pulling the radio from off his head. He dropped it on the floor and crushed it with his foot.

Alan took a calming breath as he straightened out his clothes from his fight.

"Hey, just as a point of interest, how many different types of steroids did you take before coming here?" Alan asked as he winced and pressed his hand against his ribcage. It had been a long time since an opponent had lasted more than a few seconds against Alan, never mind manage to throw his across a room. Mullion merely grumbled something under his breath angrily.

In Command and Control, Transom made a sideways look at The Hood- her employer- as he snarled and threw the radio in his hand at the wall where it shattered into pieces. She was going over the conversation that had just taken part, word for word.

If this…this kid was enough to take down Mullion and all the other men they had brought with them, then there was serious reason for concern.

Transom was sorely tempted to accept the offer that she had been given. But, she feared that The Hood would sooner kill her himself than let her betray him.

So, there was only one thing that Transom could do – wait and see if this kid could actually take down The Hood. She would wait and see how things played out and then take the better option.

Transom looked at one of the photos scattered across Jeff Tracy's desk. She looked to make sure that The Hood wasn't watching as she picked up one of them. It was Jeff Tracy and five sons. They all looked so-

Wait! Five sons? Transom looked to the Thunderbird portraits along the wall. There were only four sons plus Jeff Tracy himself. Transom stared at the photo. She quickly slipped the photo out of the frame and looked at the back of it where there were 6 names scrawled in the corner.

'Jeff, Scott, John, Virgil, Gordon and Alan'

Transom looked at the portraits again and then back to the photo. Although the youngest one- Alan- only looked about 4 years old at the time the picture was taken, there definitely wasn't a Thunderbird on that wall that had much of a resemblance to the kid in the photo.

Could this be true? Could the youngest son of the Jeff Tracy be the person behind the attacks on Mullion and the other men? Transom couldn't be sure, but the voice on the other end of the radio did seem rather young. Young enough to belong to Alan Tracy who would be about 16 at this point if she remembered correctly.

'Who the hell are you, kid?' she thought fearfully. She feared for her safety from both The Hood and this kid who was now coming for them.

One thing was for sure- this was not what Transom expected when she first signed up for this job.