A/N : I am SO sorry that I haven't updated this story in ages. I'm not even sure if people are still reading this anymore but I hope you are. I plan on updating regularly again from this point.

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So far, all of Lady Penelope's contacts had kept their mouths tightly sealed on anything even remotely related to their situation. It was as if someone was teasing them. As soon as the Tracys caught wind of something, the trail would go cold and the contact would disappear instantly.

Jeff was beginning to lose hope on the search. But, he kept himself focused on Alan. Somehow, he had to help Alan. His son was in danger and he needed his father's help. Jeff only hoped that he could find his son before Alan got himself hurt or worse.

But, there seemed to be light at the end of this tunnel after all. One of Lady Penelope's contacts at the CIA had covertly been in contact with them and told them that he had found something they might find useful. From Jeff's understanding, it was a file that had been buried under a tonne of bureaucracy crap and red tape. But, in a rather lady Penelope like way, she had found a way through it.

It turned out to be an old warehouse that had been put under quarantine status – basically a direct order for all people to remain completely clear of the area. The order had been issued by someone with the name of Brian Higgins.

And so, that was why Jeff was currently traipsing through the trees of the Amazon rainforest with the blistering sun beating down on his skin. He thought about telling the police but so far they had only made a shambles of their investigation. It was time for Jeff to try it his own way now.

"How much further is it?" Gordon asked as he slapped his face and squashed what must have been the hundredth bug by now.

"We're here" Scott said as they stepped out into a large circle clearing in the forest.

"What the…" Virgil said in marvel as he started up at the tall square warehouse in the centre of the clearing.

The warehouse was made of steel walls with concrete barricades running along the side of it. The giant circular door at the front seemed to be at least a foot thick. It reminded Jeff somewhat of the door from Thunderbird 5.

"You think this place will help us find Alan?" Scott asked as he looked around wearily. This place was giving him the creeps.

"I'm not sure, son. I just hope it gives a clue as to your brother's whereabouts" Jeff called over his shoulder.

Scott nodded silently. He was worried about his brother just as much as his father was. Whoever these people were that Alan was with, they were clearly dangerous. And, as the eldest brother, it was Scott's job to make sure all his brothers were safe. He just wanted to help his brother and get him back home where he belonged.

"John, can you open it?" Jeff asked

"I'll try" John said unsurely as he walked over to the door and popped open the control panel next to it "Whoa" he said in surprise as he looked around the extremely complex wiring and circuitry.

"What is it?" Scott asked as he came to stand next to his brother.

"This circuitry is like nothing I've ever seen before. There have got to be over a dozen fail safes on this thing. See this…" John pointed to a wire as he gazed at his brother

"…Yeah?" Scott asked. He had no idea what John was talking about but he decided to play along anyway.

"That's just one of about thirty different tripwires attached to this thing. At least the ones I can see anyway. One wrong move and the whole system could crash and I'd be locked out completely. It's been specifically designed to stop people like me from messing around with it. I'll have to disassemble this thing piece by piece until I can-"

A rock flew past both of them and smashed into the control panel. The wiring exploded into sparks and caught fire. Scott and John jumped back and brought their arms up to shield their faces.

John stood there with his mouth hanging ajar in horror as he looked at where Gordon was standing right behind him and Scott with an impatient look on his face.

"What in the hell was that?!" John demanded

"We don't have time for you to play 'tech support'" Gordon snapped "Let's go already" he yelled

Jeff looked at his son oddly. This situation was getting to them and they were all on short tempers now.

"Come on boys" Jeff said as he walked over to the giant round door. He started to pull on it but it wouldn't budge.

"Together, father" Scott said as he moved over to help his father. John, Virgil and Gordon silently followed and braced themselves against the door "On three…one, two…Pull" he said

All five of them heaved as hard as they could. At first nothing happened, but soon they heard a quiet creak and a groan as the door started to inch forwards. They growled as they pulled harder and the door kept moving slowly. With a final heave, the door swung open and crashed against the wall of the warehouse.

"Follow me" Jeff said as he stepped inside the warehouse cautiously.

At the E.O.S.T.C Operations Centre, a techie was typing away at his computer. He was tracking a suspicious shipment that was being sent across the Mexico-Texas border. So far, nothing had happened with it yet. But, that didn't mean nothing could happen.

It was almost the end of the shift and he was growing tired of sitting at his desk staring at a computer screen all day. Maybe he would go down to one of the training halls later and go a few rounds to loosen up a little.

He rubbed his hand over his face tiredly as he blew out a breath.

A warning blare came up on his screen

'What now?' he thought

He looked at the red notification that had popped up on his screen.

'Perfectionists containment breached' blinked again and again at him.

He swore under his breath and launched himself out of his chair immediately.

"Sir!" he yelled across the room

The interior of the warehouse was pitch black. Jeff couldn't tell what was right in front of him and he could hardly make out the shapes of his sons next to him.

Jeff reached for his torch on his belt and clicked it on. He shone it up at the roof. It was a lot smaller on the inside than what the outside would make you think. The walls must be at least several feet thick to take up that much space. Jeff searched the room and saw a large power switch on the wall to their left.

"Gordon" Jeff instructed

"Got it" Gordon replied as he walked over to the switch and flipped it on.

They were all instantly blinded by white lights as the power came on. A soft whirring started up as generators somewhere nearby started to spin up. Jeff and his sons looked around surprised as they took in the view around them.

Nothing.

The place was empty save for a few storage crates arranged in a circle in the centre of the warehouse. There were eight of them all around a cylindrical control panel coming out of the floor. The boxes were made of some strange dark-red, rustic metal. There was a quiet humming coming from each of them.

Gordon walked over to the crate and peered down at it curiously. He quickly jumped back in panic and looked at his father.

"Uh, dad… you should probably take a look at this" Gordon said as he glanced nervously between the top of the crate and his father.

Jeff was by his son's side in an instant. His eyes bulged as he stared down at where Gordon was looking. There was a small glass window in the top of the crate that let you look at the crate's contents.

Inside, Jeff saw a face. An actual face. A face connected to a whole body in fact. The man's eyes were closed. He almost looked… asleep?

Jeff quickly looked around at the other crates. They were all the same. Eight men all with their eyes shut like the first. Their arms were rested by their sides and looked completely at ease.

They were all wearing some kind of black army uniform and they all had the same exact patch on their shoulder - 'Perfectionists' - written in white stitching.

"Perfectionists?" Gordon asked

Jeff shook his head. He had no clue what that meant.

"What the..." Scott said in bewilderment as he, John and Virgil came over to join their father and Gordon.

"Are they alive?" John asked

Jeff looked to Virgil for the answer. Virgil walked over to the control panel in the centre of the crates and looked at the eight heartbeat readings coming from the men.

"Yeah, they're alive" he confirmed as he nodded at his father "It's like they're in some kind of stasis or something. They're just… stopped" he tried to explain it even though he wasn't sure of it himself

"Can we wake them up?" Gordon asked as he looked through the window at one of the men. He tapped the glass window which earned him a warning glare from Jeff and a whack on the back of the head from Scott.

"Whoa, whoa!" Scott held his hands up "Are you sure it's a good idea to be messing around with this stuff?" Scott looked to his father for back-up.

"Scott, these guys have got something to do with the people that have Alan. For all we know, they're prisoners to them just like your brother is" Jeff speculated "They could need our help and they may be able to tell us about this organisation" he said calmly

Scott sighed. His father - always the one to go about things logically. But, he still wasn't sold on the idea. These people could turn out to be even worse than the men that have Alan. Then what would they do? This was kind of reminding him of Pandora's Box. And, that really didn't end well.

"John?" Jeff asked

John walked over to the panel "Uhhh…" he paused to try and figure out the operating system in front of him. He had designed some of the most complex systems in the world, he was sure he could figure out this one as well. He pressed several buttons and nodded "I could wake them up. I think... I can't be sure though"

"Does it say why they're here?" Scott asked

John looked around the computer screen. There wasn't much to look at. He shook his head "Doesn't say anything" he shrugged

Jeff went quiet as he thought hard. This could be the worst possible idea. But, he needed to find out what these men knew about the E.O.S.T.C. Anything helpful could point them to Alan.

"Do it" Jeff finally ordered

John nodded. He turned back to the control panel and started to type away for a few seconds "Got it" he said as he turned back.

The gentle humming that existed before suddenly turned loud and violent. The lights began to flicker and a loud, piercing shriek threatened to deafen them. The crates shook and the metal groaned as god knows what happened. Jeff pressed his hands to cover his ears as he howled in pain. His sons did the same as the screeching continued. The readings blared as the heartrates of every man went crazy.

Then, everything went silent. Jeff blinked an eye open and looked around. Nothing had happened. Or, so he thought.

"Is that it?" Gordon asked confused. He stared down through the window of the nearest crate. The guy still seemed asleep.

Suddenly, the man's eyes snapped open. Gordon jumped back in fright "Whoa….Guys!" he yelled at his brothers as he stared at the man.

All eight men's eyes opened within seconds of each other. The sliding panel on the crate opened and they all silently climbed out with murderous glares on their faces. They all formed into a circle, surrounding Jeff and his sons.

Jeff quickly realised that they were in trouble. Serious trouble.

"My name is Jeff Tracy" Jeff subconsciously tried to put himself between the men and his sons "These are my sons Scott, John, Virgil and Gordon. We're here to help you" Jeff looked for some kind of reaction in any of them but he saw nothing. Just cold, angry glares.

The one in front of Jeff looked to the one to his left and nodded. The other man nodded back. They seemed to be communicating with each other silently and that really wasn't good.

Jeff looked nervously between the two men. The one in front of Jeff seemed to be the leader "Could you perhaps tell me why-"

The leader roared viciously as he lifted his leg and kicked Jeff square in the stomach. Jeff went flying backwards and hit the wall behind him. He fell to the floor with a thump.

'What the hell?' Jeff thought. He was just kicked about thirty feet through the air. That should have been impossible.

"Dad!" Virgil yelled in panic.

Scott jumped into action and charged forwards. He swiped at the man's face with a clenched fist. But, the man easily dodged Scott's attack and moved his head to the side. He kicked Scott just like he did Jeff and Scott went flying backwards, landing next to his father on the floor.

John, Virgil and Gordon rushed forwards and tried to defend their two downed family members but they were quickly swept to the side.

John was easily knocked to the ground when one of the men kicked his legs out from underneath him. When he landed on the floor, the last thing he saw before he blacked out was the bottom of a boot flying towards his face.

Virgil swung his leg sideways at the nearest guy's face. But, his leg was caught mid-air and he was thrown across the room. He yelped loudly when he hit the ground. A shot of pain went up his spine when he felt something in his leg snap.

Gordon managed to kick one of them in the stomach but fell backwards to the floor when his foot connected with something that felt more like a brick wall. He crawled backwards, terrified as two of the men advanced on him.

"Please…" he begged "…why are you doing this?" he asked

The two men stood above him didn't respond. Gordon blacked out when a fist went flying towards his face. There was a loud crack as his nose came out of place.

Jeff had just enough strength left in him to pry an eye open. The last thing he saw was Gordon, Virgil and John unconscious on the floor around him. His vision began to blur and before his eyes shut, he saw the dark silhouettes of eight men walking out the door of the warehouse. One of them was dragging Scott behind them.

"No…" Jeff whimpered "Scott…" was the last word uttered through his lips before Jeff too succumbed to the darkness.

…

Jeff woke with a groan. What happened? Then, he shot up as everything came back to him. He pushed himself to his feet and rushed over to his nearest son Gordon.

Jeff kneeled by his son and looked over his injuries. There was a massive dark red bruise on Gordon's face. Jeff shook him gently "Gordon" he whispered

Gordon made a groan as he came around and rubbed his head "Oww..." he croaked "What happened?" he asked, confused

"I'm not sure son. Can you stand?" Jeff asked

Gordon took a moment to check himself over "I think so…" he groaned as he slowly hauled himself to his feet, ignoring the jab of pain he felt from his jaw.

"Good lad" Jeff patted his son and went over to check on John who was lying on his side against the wall "John, can you hear me?" he asked as he gently shook John like he had Gordon.

He received a groan in return as John rubbed his head and winced "Son of a bitch" John groaned as he rubbed his head "I feel like I just downed an entire gallon of Vodka" he said tiredly "Again"

Jeff snorted a laugh. At least his son wasn't too badly hurt anyway. His nose was a bit out of shape but that was the least of their worries. He helped John to his feet. Jeff looked to his left and saw Virgil laying still on the floor.

"Oh, my god – Virgil!" Jeff yelled as he ran over to his son

Virgil's leg was bent out of shape slightly. Jeff didn't need Virgil's medical qualification to know that it was broken.

"Oh, god. Virgil, can you hear me?" Jeff asked urgently. Virgil woke up panting. His hand immediately shot to his leg "Virgil, it's your father. I need you to tell me what to do"

"Christ…" Virgil said as he felt the odd shaping in his leg "My leg's broken, isn't it?" he asked, already knowing the answer

"I think so son. We need to get you out of here" Jeff gently helped Virgil up so he could stand on his one good leg while leaning heavily on his father.

"We've got him dad" John said as he moved to Virgil's left to support his weight. Gordon moved to the other side of Virgil and helped take the remainder of his brother's weight

"Where's Scott?" John asked as he looked around the warehouse. The men that had attacked them seemed to be long gone by now.

"They took him" Jeff said

"They what?!" Gordon screeched

"Why would they do that?" Virgil asked

"I don't know son. But, we have to get out of here and figure this out" Jeff said as he moved to the door. John and Gordon slowly followed behind while half carrying, half dragging Virgil as well.

Night seemed to have fallen and there was sweet relief when they stepped out into the cooler air now that the sun was gone. It was still freakishly hot but it was at least a little better than before.

Jeff was the first to walk through the door. He was about to reach for his phone to call someone to meet them but before he could take another step, a bright torch light was shone in his face. Jeff brought his hand up to shield his face. The only thing he could see was the barrel of a gun pointed at him. He couldn't see who it was or what they looked like. At first, Jeff through that it may have been one of the men that had come back to finish the job.

But, then the completely unexpected happened.

The torch was lowered and Jeff got a clear look at who it was.

Alan stood there, assault rifle in hand as he aimed his gun at his father. He had a glowering look on his face as he kept his weapon held tightly. Jeff looked around the clearing and saw dozens of men surrounding them, all aiming their guns at where Jeff stood.

"What have you done?" Alan growled furiously as he surveyed the scene in front of him.

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