I can't believe we're on chapter 11 already! Thanks so much for all the lovely reviews and favourites and follows! It really means a lot to me.

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Chapter 11:

"This is hopeless!" cried Gordon, running a hand over his face in exasperation. The transmission from the Hood had ended at least two minutes ago, leaving John and Gordon to try everything they could to find the exact location of their brother. They had already spoken with Alan; their younger brother was struggling to conceal his concern for the safety of his three brothers in the power station but had told them everything they had discovered about the Hood regardless. Despite now knowing who they were dealing with, John and Gordon still had no clue where the Hood was, or where he was holding their eldest brother - John had even gone as far as attempting to reboot the power of the entire station in order to get the cameras to turn back on but it had been to no avail, and the two brothers were now at a complete loss at what to do.

John felt just as desperate as his younger brother, but big brother instincts kicked in and he found himself attempting to comfort Gordon with soothing gestures and empty words. Finally sitting back from the desk that he'd been staring at for hours, John glanced towards the screens that Gordon had been monitoring. The screens that were working had shown empty rooms for hours, but the smallest movement in one picture caught John's eye. Reaching over Gordon and ignoring his questioning look, John rewound the tape and grinned despite himself.

"There's someone in there," stated John, answering Gordon's unspoken question and gesturing with his hand at the shadow on the screen.

Gordon joined his older brother in peering at the grainy image in front of them and clapped John on the shoulder.

"Good job, Johnnyboy, let's go take a look." replied Gordon, beginning to rise to his feet before a hand on his elbow stopped him in his tracks.

"You can't just go barging in Gords; how do you think they managed to catch Scott? We need a plan, let base know what we're doing... it's too dangerous."

"We can't just sit here and wait! We've been doing it for hours - this guy might be working for the Hood, or even be a worker who survived! I can't stay here anymore!" Gordon's frustration began to reveal itself in his voice, his tone becoming pleading towards the end.

Glancing between the screen and his younger brother, John sighed, sensing defeat. There was no way he could get Gordon to back down on his decision - he was far too stressed about Scott at this point. Releasing Gordon's arm and rising to his own feet, John took a moment to note down the location of the mysterious man before taking a step back to allow Gordon access to the door.

"Are you serious?" asked Gordon, confused at the behaviour coming from his older brother.

"Completely, though I'm fairly sure I'll probably regret doing what you want to do later."

"That seems uncalled for - my plans always work out well."

"Name one time something didn't go wrong when you made the plan instead of Scott or Virgil." replied John, raising an eyebrow.

Gordon fumbled for a moment, thinking through IR rescues in which he'd made a good decision instead of his Field Commander and team medic.

"What about that time we went to Chicago to stop a bombing? Nothing went wrong there and I was calling the shots."

"You were only calling the shots because somehow you managed to shoot Scott with a tranquilliser instead of the person intending to let off the bomb and Virgil was too busy shouting at Alan because amazingly, you still managed to frame him."

"It was definitely Alan who shot Scott, not me." insisted the younger of the two who started to make their way towards to exit.

"You manage to forget, Gords, that I was watching the entire fiasco from above" replied John, beginning to follow his brother to the door, "and I certainly saw you attempting to shoot the bomber whilst also trying to elbow Alan with the recoil because he had insisted before that there was no way you could do it."

"It was only a minor setback anyway, John," said Gordon, dismissing the previous statement with a wave of his hand as he passed through the doorway, "and besides, I did us all a favour - Scott would've just moaned at us the whole way home because of the bomb turning out to be hoax and Alan not understanding wires and snapping all of them "just to be on the safe side". If anything, that plan went spectacularly, and I resent your lack of faith in me."

"Good grief," muttered John as he fell into step with Gordon as they headed towards a flight of stairs at the end of the corridor before raising his voice slightly in order to properly reply to his red-headed sibling: "just do me a favour Gords, and don't try and multi-task this time - it's definitely not your forte."

Gordon sucked in a breath as if to retort, but sounds of movement echoed down the corridor, indicating the presence of someone else being around as they approached the correct room. Motioning to his brother to be quiet, John edged closer to the door which was slightly ajar. Listening hard, John frowned when there was only silence in the other room, and quickly glancing around, it seemed that there was no one in the grey, crumbling corridor. The two brothers shared a confused look before the elder of the two began to step forward towards the room that had initially held another person, but before John could even touch the metal in front of him, a click behind the back of his head and the feeling of a cold, heavy gun digging into the nape of his neck. A sharp intake of breath from Gordon indicated that his brother was being subjected to the same treatment, but before John could think any further, a male voice cut through the air:

"Well, well, well, look what we have here..."

Not much really happened here, but hopefully you'll enjoy next week's more! Let me know what you thought anyway!