Okay, here is the long awaited chapter.
Thank you to Penny for keeping me firmly on the ground...
Enjoy!
Chapter 25
Penny put out a call to International Rescue.
She still could not believe that Colonel Williams would sacrifice his life and his men's lives for the sake of some fake, incriminating evidence against International Rescue. There was more to this man than she knew about. He and Jeff must have been very close for the Colonel's strong reaction when he found the only way to get rid of the evidence.
The call was answered by Alan, just as she knew it would.
The youngest Tracy heard her voice, and decided to answer the call, despite his father's orders.
"This is International Rescue. What is the emergency?" He asked her professionally, not knowing the reason for her to use the public communication satellite instead of her personal line.
"There has been an explosion down a tunnel in LA, some men are trapped inside. Urgent assistance required." She held her breath, hoping that Jeff had not forbidden the boys from doing their job.
After a pause, Alan's voice came back through the speaker. "Will our Agents be given full protection and discretion?" he asked.
Penny looked over at the men in charge, they nodded silently their agreement. She gave them a small smile before answering Jeff's youngest son. "Yes. No-one will get near them. We are at your disposal."
"FAB. I am locked onto your co-ordinates and our team will be there shortly. International Rescue out."
Penny let out a sigh of relief, and turned to the men at her side. "I told you they would come. They are the good guys. They do realise you may try to catch them, but they are coming anyway. Does that sound like a terrorist group to you?"
Some of the men had the courtesy to look ashamed, but a couple of them looked defiant. "This could just be a cover up, to let us think they're innocent. Hell, no-one knows who they are, and they're way to secretive for my liking. We should check out those machines of theirs whilst they are here.."
"You will do no such thing!" a deep voice sternly told the man. They all turned around to see General Bron stride into the tent followed by his armed men.
TBTBTB
At the hospital, Gordon was waiting for Virgil to get dressed.
Virgil listened as Gordon relayed what had happened since Sandra had last checked up on him.
"I don't believe it!" Virgil gasped out. "She seemed so nice. I mean,...she's a doctor, why would she do something like that to help those criminals?" Virgil swung away from his brother and took a few steps, his shoulders tense, before turning back again. "God, Gordon. How is Scott reacting to the drugs? Is he going to be alright now? Are the side effects showing?"
Gordon let a smile escape his lips. "Virg, you're rambling, man. If you weren't doped up yourself a few hours ago, I'd say you had a 'thing' for our pretty doctor. And as for Scott, well you can see for yourself in a few minutes before we head home."
Virgil pulled his t-shirt over his head, trying to hide the fact he was blushing. "No I don't. I'm just worried about Scott. Is it hot in here?"
Gordon laughed, "No. Come on, let's get going."
Virgil followed Gordon out and they walked side by side to Scott's ward. As they made their way past the flock of people who seemed to appear in the hallway, Gordon's watch communicator began to buzz against his wrist.
"Hang on Virg, someone's calling. I'd better take it." Virgil looked back at his younger brother, a slight frown crossing his face. He wanted to see Scott for himself. As far as he was concerned it had been too long already.
"It could be Alan, bro. Come on, it'll take a few seconds." Gordon put his hand on Virgil's shoulder. "Besides, Dad will flay me if I let you go anywhere on your own. Until those people are caught, we stick together. Okay?"
Virgil sighed. "Sure. Fine. Okay, let's do this quickly then." Gordon smiled and they went into an empty room.
Gordon patched through to Alan. "Hey sprout, what can I do you for?"
Alan's face was tight, "We got a call. I told them we'd come. Can you get to Thunderbird Two?"
"You what! I thought Dad said.." Virgil's voice cut over Gordon's answer.
"It's Penny, guys. She offered us full protection. We have to do this one, because its Dad's mate, Colonel Williams."
Virgil looked blank, but it hit Gordon like a steam train in the gut. "Damn it! Where are they? What happened?"
Alan answered quickly, "They were checking out the base where you found Scott. Apparently it was full of stuff that could get us locked away for years, if anyone made the connection. Penny thinks this would give Interpol a direct link to IR. And they would pin everything on Scott, as the ring-leader. Penny said that Colonel Williams destroyed it all, but almost taking his own life to do it. We have to get them out, alive, if we can."
"Does Dad know yet?" Gordon answered, an idea forming in his mind.
"Uh...no." Alan replied after a brief hesitation. "This is more down your street, I couldn't exactly call John now, could I?"
Gordon laughed. This would give him something to do, instead of waiting impatiently at the hospital or going home. "I'm on my way." He turned to Virgil, "You go up to the ward and cover my back." He made to leave the room, but Virgil's hand on his arm restrained him from moving out of the room.
"I'm coming too. No way am I about to let you do this alone."
If Gordon was shocked, he never let it show. He just nodded his head and smiled at his older brother. "Let's do this."
Together they left the room and made their way to the car park.
TBTBTB
Awareness came back slowly.
Gradually, he began to assess his senses. He knew he was lying down. He could feel the sheets lightly covering his lower body. The coolness of the air hit him next, it felt a refreshing change from the place where he had been floating.
Drowning.
He tried a single, deeper breath and let the air flood his lungs. It felt strange, but good. His ears picked up some noises in the room. A beeping sound began to pierce his hearing as his awareness grew.
He wondered where he was.
He felt unsure, he felt like he was in a dream world. Nothing seemed to be real. But then, his consciousness told him that the air was real, as were the sheets covering his body. The beeps became a constant thing in his being, and he found himself counting them.
A voice suddenly spoke, and would have startled him, had he been able to move. It came out of nowhere, and boomed out like thunder, though the voice was not raised, just quietly spoken.
It was close.
It was familiar.
Who?
He listened to the voice. He tried to concentrate on the words, and gradually they began to take shape and he was able to listen and hear what the person was saying.
"...Look, I know it's been hard on you. I never asked for this, but then, neither did you. I'm sorry for this mess. If you can hear me, just know that, that I'm sorry." The voice trailed off.
The person, whoever it was got up and left the room.
Who was sorry? His brain tried to digest the information. So he went for what he knew.
He was lying down, in a bed. Someone he knew was sorry for something. He was unable to communicate... Then it hit him, he had not even tried to speak or open his eyes yet. Why? What was wrong with him?
"Wait." He tried to say to the person leaving the room, but to the ears of the person, and to himself, it came out as a soft groan.
He was shocked at the weakness of the sound, and he felt slightly panicked at the notion. Was he really this helpless? What had happened to him?
"Hey, you awake?" The voice was back. The person grabbed his hand and squeezed, it was like a life line, and he clung to it. But he was shocked when another hand cupped his cheek gently and the voice spoke to him again. "Hey, come on, bro. Open those eyes for me. I heard you, I know you're in that body somewhere."
Eyes?
Of course! He had eyes, he had forgotten about them again! He should open them. So he tried. The first attempt took him by shock. Bright lights stung his tender pupils and his eyelids automatically slammed shut.
"Hey, come on. You can do it. Try again, I'll close the blinds for you. Hold on."
The voice and the touch left instantly, and he panicked. He had never felt so alone. But before his body could react, the touch and voice were back. Encouraging him to open his eyes, to say something, anything.
Once again, he forced his eyes open. The light was not there this time, so he kept them open. But he could not see. Only blurry colours, mostly white. He blinked a few times and the colours began to take shape. A figure became clearer.
He closed his eyes again, and took another deep breath and willed his sight to come back. When he opened them this time he was rewarded with the sight of his brother next to him.
"Hey, bro. Welcome back!" The relief in the voice was unmistakable. Blond hair seemed to shine like a halo on an angel.
"W...w..wha'...h..'pen?" He tried to say, his voice was rough and sounded pathetic even to his own ears. He tried to swallow, but his throat was dry.
The voice made to move away again, but this time he held on, not willing to let his lifeline go just yet.
The blond man smiled down at him. "I'm just getting you some water, bro. You'll be able to speak better after a drink. Okay?"
He tried to nod, but the movement made him feel dizzy and he shut his eyes against the spinning room.
"Hey, don't crash out on me again. Come on, here, sip this."
He felt something pressed to his lips and he sucked. Cool liquid came into his mouth and soothed his throat as it trickled down. He wanted to guzzle it, but the water was taken away. "Don't drink too much, or you'll choke. Take it easy."
He opened his eyes again, and this time was able to put a name to the face. "Wolf."
Wolf smiled, happy to be recognised. "Yeah, it's me. So how you feeling?"
He shook tried to assess his body, but mostly he felt numb. "Wha,.. what happened?"
Wolf looked away before smiling down at the dark haired man on the hospital bed. "You were shot," was his simple answer. Wolf looked away just as quickly. The man on the bed knew he was holding something back.
"What? What else, Wolf?" He was beginning to worry again now. What was wrong?
Just then, the door opened and in walked another blond haired man.
Recognition filled his mind. "John!"
The sound of his brother's voice, though weak, made the brightest smile that had ever appeared on John's face shine like a beacon of light.
"Scott! You're awake!" He rushed to his brother's side, causing Wolf to release his hold on the injured man's hand.
"Scott?" The weak man asked, a confused expression on his face. "Who's Scott? I'm Pheonix."
John's smiled instantly vanished, and his face paled. "Scott is your real name." John turned to Wolf angrily. "What the hell have you been telling him now? I thought Sandra said she gave him the antidote? Why can't he remember who he is?"
John made to push Wolf, but a hand from the bed restrained him. "John? Stop. Why would you ..." The injured man never got to finish his sentence as the door opened again. This time it was an officer of the law, and a small group of armed men.
"What the hell?" John swore at the interruption. "What is the meaning of this?" He waved his arm at the men as they came into the room.
"We are here to arrest Scott Tracy on the charges of suspected of terrorism." The officer looked over at the bed in which Scott was lying in, and saw a pale and totally shocked look on Scott's face. He was staring at the three men in disbelief, his brain trying to catch up with what was happening.
The burly officer moved past the two blond haired men standing in front of Scott, and pulled out some hand cuffs.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" John demanded, horror and anger swirling across his face as he realised what the officer was about to do. The look of confusion and sudden fear on Scott's pale face caused John to react as the officer suddenly grabbed Scott's wrist and proceeded to restrain the sick man to the hospital bed, whilst informing him of his rights.
John retaliated without even thinking about what he was doing. He stepped over to the officer, pulling him roughly away from Scott, and then punched the man. The blow threw the man into the wall. Wolf reacted at the same moment and punched the next officer attempting to come in through the door. His fist knocked the man out. As the officer fell back out of the door, he landed on the people waiting outside, making them end up in a heap on the floor.
At that moment the nursing staff rushed into the room, the alarms had sounded as Scott's breathing and heart rate both increased dramatically. At the site of a needle, Scott began to thrash on the bed, and found himself restrained by the cuffs and then by the nurses as well.
"Scott, you must calm down. Please try to take deep breaths. In, out, in, out." The doctor with the syringe gave the young man an apologetic look as he watched the beads of sweat trickling down his face. "I'm sorry, but this will help you to relax."
John grabbed the doctor's arm, he could see the fear in Scott as he eyed the needle in the doctor's hand. "What is that?" John demanded, no one was going to inject his older brother with anything without his consent first.
The doctor looked slightly annoyed as he knew he had to administer the drug before his patient ended up with a heart attack. "It's just Valium, a mild tranquilliser. Please let my arm go."
John did, and even stepped back to give the doctor and nurses better access to his brother.
Then he felt him grabbed from behind, and he went on the defensive again. Wolf had already been restrained, John would not let anyone take his brother away.
The only place Scott was going after he left here was back home. John was ready to fight for it.
TBTBTB
Virgil and Gordon found Parker inside FAB 1.
The chauffeur had been talking to Penelope on a private channel.
He told them that he would drive them back to the hidden Thunderbird Two. But he would be flying with them, and assist with the rescue. They drove was in silence, but the men all knew that once again, lives were at stake and that they were the only people who could help.
Even with the higher than normal risk.
This time their whole family was in danger of being found out.
This time it was their reputation and their identities on the line, not just their lives.
They knew this, but still carried on with what they believed in.
As Parker pulled up, he turned to the two young men just before they exited the car, "Good luck to us, Sirs."
Virgil put a hand on the older man's shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. "Thanks, Parker." Then they got out the car and headed towards Virgil's beloved machine, with Gordon in the middle and Parker bringing up the rear, after locking up FAB 1.
Parker sighed as he watched the brothers go up to the cockpit, before he turned back to glance at the pink car outside and watch it get smaller as the Thunderbird rose from the ground. His thoughts went back to those left at the hospital, where unbeknownst to him, all hell was breaking loose.
TBTBTB
Jeff met George Kent, his old friend and lawyer outside Scott's room.
"I have sorted out the hospital security. You will have a full apology, and I had the man put on probation for excessive behaviour. No press, as usual." George opened the conversation as they clasp hands. George took a closer look at his client. "Jeff. Are you alright? What's really going on?"
Jeff sighed and straightened his stance. He had dark bags from lack of sleep under his eyes, he looked into Georges face and read the concern written on it. "George, I have never lied to you, about anything. You know everything about our family, if you don't believe what I am about to tell you, then no-one else will..."
George smiled kindly at his friend. "You should have no fear of me, Jeff. I'm on your side and always will be. Now what is wrong?"
Jeff sighed, before looking briefly into Scott's room where John was making Wolf feel uncomfortable. George followed his gaze, and shook his head at the sight of Scott on the hospital bed. "Did a rescue go bad?" He had lowered his voice so only Jeff could hear him.
Jeff shook his head. "To tell you the truth, I'm not sure. It started a few weeks ago..."
George listened with growing disquiet as what had befallen this family over the last few weeks. When Jeff had finished, he felt like some of the weight he had been carrying had finally been lifted.
"At least you have Scott back now. He is a strong man, Jeff. Your whole family is strong. We will sort this out. We'll start with Doctor Sandra, shall we?"
"Yes. I just want to get my boys home. If anyone can sort this mess out, it's you. I should have called you before, but I had other things on my mind..."
George put a reassuring hand on Jeff's shoulder as they entered the room where Scott lay, "I know. But the important thing is, you did call me. Better late than never. I seem to remember you said that to me once..."
They both smiled at the memory.
Together, the two men escorted Sandra away from his sons. He didn't want her anywhere near them - even though she seemed to want to help them now.
George wanted a clear statement and confession from both her and Wolf about what had been done to Jeff Tracy's eldest son. John had gone to get them all coffee, so that had left Wolf alone with Scott. No-one was really happy about it, but they had no choice. But they knew Gordon would be there soon enough with Virgil, so they would keep an eye on things until Jeff had finished clearing up and doing damage control with George.
The press were everywhere.
It was then Jeff saw the police cars arrive, and the armed officers enter the hospital.
It never occurred to him that they were coming for Scott. As far as he knew, they were there to arrest someone else. Maybe Vixen and Weasel had been caught.
With that in mind, while George interviewed Sandra, Jeff carried on with the calls he needed to make. He was so engrossed, that he never even saw FAB 1 leave the car park.
TBTBTB
"Damn it!" The voice of Colonel Williams whispered in the musty cave. He had begun to feel the pain, and was finding it hard to concentrate. The air was getting thin, he was covered in sweat from both pain and lack of oxygen.
"Colonel, you must calm down, Sir." The young Lieutenant Dixen breathed out, equally tired and dirty as his superior officer. He shifted his position to allow the older man more room and to try to give him a little more comfort from the hard rocks they were laying on.
"Boy, my ass has gone numb. What do you expect me to do? Never thought I'd go this way, Laddy."
"It won't be much longer, Sir. I know International Rescue will show up. So should you."
The Colonel grunted, "Stupid ol' dog should know better than to walk into enemy territory! But I guess you may be right, Lad." He coughed a couple of times as the dust clogged up in the back of his throat. "Dang it! They'd better hurry up, or there won't be anything for them to rescue."
"Sir..." The young man worried that the Colonel was giving up, but the older man stopped him with a hand on his leg.
"No, Dixen. Don't say it. All I'm saying is this old dog knows that when all the air is gone, not even I can breathe. If those boys don't get here soon..." He paused as he had to weeze to get anymore words out, "...we will both be sleeping."
There was no answer to that.
They sat in silence.
"Did you hear that?" Dixen suddenly broke the quiet. His voice echoed into silence as they both strained to hear between shallow breaths.
"Yes!" Colonel William's breathed out in excitement.
The sound was distant. A rumbling sound that could be felt in the rocks around them, as well in their ears.
As they waited, the throbbing rumble became louder and more distinctive with each passing second.
"It's them! I knew it!" The Colonel could not keep the smile off his face at the joy in his young officer's voice, and he smiled at the blessing that was International Rescue. He knew the sacrifice had been worth it, even if both he and Dixen had died.
These men were rare. Nothing should be able to stop them from doing what they had been born to do.
Soon the noise was so loud that both men had to cover their ears with their hands. As the silver tip of the Mole ground it's way into the small cavern, both men were sprayed with yet even more dust and small stones.
Light flooded out across the gloomy darkness, and Colonel Williams and Dixen blinked as they tried to see past it. Then they heard voices.
"Colonel Williams, can you hear us? Is anyone there? Dixen?" Gordon called out to them as he exited the machine.
Both men called out to him. "We're here! Sure is good to see you guys!"
"We need help getting out of this rubble."
Gordon carefully made his way over to them, "You two really know how to stir the 'bigwigs' up. It's like a stand-off outside. The Feds on one side of the field, US army on the other side. Us in the middle and Interpol being kept at bay by the World Police! Penny is a gem, she's holding the fort, for now. So the quicker we get you men out of here, and we get away, the better."
He quickly accessed what they needed to get them out as he handed them both oxygen packs, which they gratefully put on their faces.
Another figure emerged from within the Mole.
Gordon turned and called out to him "Parker, can you get the digging machine from the back of the cabin. It's in container number four. Thanks."
"H'F, h'A, B." Parker answered as he turned back inside to fetch the equipment.
TBTBTB
Outside the tunnel where the rescue was taking place was at first glance like a stand-off from a western film.
Groups of different uniformed people standing in position, all waiting to see what would happen when the International Rescue team came out of the tunnel which they had just dug.
The huge green bulk of Thunderbird Two was in the middle of the stand-off, surrounded on all sides.
Virgil sat in the cockpit, his photographic sensors on, waiting with strained patience. As the time ticked by, he wondered just how they would get away without any trouble when Gordon and Parker came back out with the two men they had gone to rescue.
He saw the FBI black tops hovering just the other side of the rise to his left.
On his right were the Interpol guys, looking grim with their dark glasses covering their eyes. They kept talking into their radios and staring between the new tunnel Gordon had made and Thunderbird Two.
Virgil couldn't help but think they were up to something, but had no idea what it would be.
The closest group to the tunnel were with Penny. She had a medical team from the army with her, and a few of the generals from each side. It was a peace offering, a truce between all sides.
Only the World Police seemed to be happy with the situation, but that just made Virgil nervous. What did they know? Or what had they done to be so happy about?
The press reporters were being held at bay too, not even a helijet had passed over, and for that, Virgil was grateful.
He wondered how long it would be before his father found out what they were doing.
Just then, movement from the tunnel alerted all parties to the exiting Mole. As the dust was thrown out of the back of the machine as it reversed the way it had come, Virgil got in contact with Alan.
"Thunderbird Two to Thunderbird Five. I have them in sight. Preparing for loading and take-off."
"Thunderbird Five to Thunderbird Two. FAB, I'll check a clear path for you guys to fly home."
"Thanks. Thunderbird Two out."
Virgil switched channels. "Thunderbird Two to Mole. How are the casualties?"
Parker's voice came back through the radio, "They h'are in need h'of medical care, but happy to be h'alive."
"Good. Prepare to load asap, after you have dropped off the casualties."
"H'F, h'A, B."
Virgil let a small smile escape at Parker's accent. He never could get over how funny the English accent sounded, especially when Parker tried to sound 'posh'. Sometimes he forgot to speak normally, but Virgil guessed that he had worked for Penny for so long that it no longer remembered how he used to speak.
The law enforcers readied themselves for action as the door to the Mole opened and out stepped Dixen, and he helped another man in IR uniform, who had his face covered by a breathing mask, carry out Colonel Williams from the digging machine.
Penny sent the medical crew to assist them. As soon as the two men were clear of the Mole, Gordon and Parker drove the Mole up the ramp into Thunderbird Two. Before the Mole was even inside, Virgil had the ramp closing and the engines of Thunderbird Two fired up and then the huge machine was in the air before anyone could stop them.
Down below there were shouts of both anger and joy.
General Bron had watched from within the tent to see what the International Rescue agents would do, and was not surprised to see them leave so quickly. He smiled. Now he had them scared and the rest of the world were mistrustful of the heroes in blue.
Colonel Williams shouted out orders for his men to assist in the exit of International Rescue, as they were innocent of all charges.
He waved a disk in his hand. "I have all the evidence here!" he shouted before finally passing out. His men did his bidding without hesitation.
To the disappointment of some of the people, the famous green transporting machine disappeared before anyone could stop, picture, or track it.
Gerneral Bron wanted that disk.
It contained all the plans Vixen and Weasel had recorded of their research and activities, up to when the Hood dropped in on them. If he didn't get his hands on that disk, the pilot of his craft would be free of any charges against him. The pilot was needed to fly that craft, and General Bron was not ready to let this project finish just yet.
He nodded at his men to go after the disk.
The pretty blond woman now had it and was being escorted into a waiting World Police vehicle. As it drove away, it was followed by General Bron's men, and Interpol and the FBI.
They all had a common interest. The contents of the disk.
TBTBTB
"This is World News bringing you up to date reports of the World Terrorist's capture. Minute by minute the story unfolds. More suspects arrested. International Rescue involved. Playboy under questioning for involvement. Stay tuned for full report after this break..."
John switched off the television. He'd seen and heard enough. He stood up and returned to pacing the room. Echoing his father, who was at present discussing the release of Scott from the cuffs which were restraining him from leaving his bed.
John scowled.
Not that Scott could just get up and leave anyway. His older brother had been shot, drugged, beaten up, and now they blamed him for everything and had mercilessly chained him to the bed.
John glanced over at the man sat in the chair by the window, his eyes lost to the world outside. Wolf had not spoken since they were put in this room. They had been placed here, but not arrested. Luckily for them, Jeff had appeared on the scene with George Kent, his lawyer who instantly went on the defensive and got both young men off the hook.
They had to stay in this room though, with a guard placed outside the door, so they could not attack anyone else who tried getting close to Scott. He was being questioned up in his room.
John had to find out where Gordon and Virgil were. They had not turned up in Scott's room. He worried they may have been taken or arrested, so he decided to call Alan for an update on their positions.
The phone had been removed from the room. No calls allowed.
John smirked, at least he still had his wrist-com.
"Agent Two to Thunderbird Five."
"Thunderbird Five to Agent Two, what's going on down there? The news reporters are going crazy! Have they arrested one of you guys?"
"The bastards barged in and cuffed Scott. Dad's in talks now to get him released. Have you heard from Gordon or Virgil? I thought they were on their way to see Scott, but they never showed. Any ideas?"
A brief silence before Alan told John that they were up too.
John swore.
Wolf looked up at him from the window, an inquisitive look upon his face.
"Who are you...?" He started to ask, when a glare from John shut him up instantly. Instead he stood up and walked to the door and leant his back to it so no-one could come in. John looked at him in surprise, and a look of gratitude crossed his face before he got on with his talk with Alan.
"So they are home now are they? What about the Hood?"
"Tin Tin and Brains have him ready for transporting to the authorities. International Rescue will deliver him to a place, so Penny can be there to 'pick him up in style'."
"Well that's something. Let me know if anything else crops up. You can listen in on the Police airwaves if you.."
"I know how to do it. Don't worry Joh...Agent Two, we'll get them."
"Alright. Get back to work, kid. Agent Two out."
"FAB."
TBTBTB
The hospital staff had alerted Jeff to the disturbance in Scott's room.
He and George had instantly left what they were doing and rushed to the rescue of his sons.
George was quick and forceful in his approach to having John and Wolf put away, but not locked up. They still needed a confession from Wolf.
Now Jeff and George were in a private office in the hospital, discussing the release of Scott, and John.
Jeff's face turned ashen as the man he was talking to told him why they were holding his sons, that they had reason to believe that they were involved in the World Terrorist attacks.
Jeff sank into the chair, and rubbed a hand over his tired face. "Look. Why would you believe a criminal over me and my sons? We, who have a clean record, and have never asked for anything from anyone, except to be left alone? My eldest son was kidnapped and you want me to believe he went willingly with them because he is their leader? Come on, that's got to be the biggest load of cr... rubbish I have ever heard!"
Jeff's lawyer, George, stood up as well. "Mr Tracy, I believe what the 'gentlemen' are trying to say is," he paused and looked pointedly at the accusers, "Is they have no evidence to prove anything, and so they have to follow all leads. Which happens to include talking to Scott, since his name was mentioned by a known member of the Terrorist group."
Jeff's frown showed he was not pleased with his lawyer's comment about allowing them to question Scott.
But the George was not finished yet.
"This also means that Mr Scott Tracy cannot be arrested until proper evidence is brought forward. Therefore, it is paramount that he is released from the over-excessive restraints placed upon him, and left to recover in peace. When he has recovered from his ordeal, then time will be made for you to talk to him. But not before."
The Law Officers from the World Police were now both standing up as well, and the four men stood up against each other, the table the only thing between them.
Jeff realised that his old friend would never let them down. He waited for George's next move.
"I will do my best to talk both Mr Tracys from pressing charges against you all, very publicly, of course. I don't think the public will warm well to you not only harassing International Rescue, but also the lives of one of America's heroes and his sons. Also accomplished men. I suggest you all walk away, and we shall contact you as to when you can talk to Scott Tracy."
The lawyer walked over to the door, and put his hand on it to open it. "Gentlemen, this meeting is over. Good day."
The officers were shocked, but knew they had no jurisdiction here. Scott Tracy was not going anywhere, he had even won the highest award for bravery whilst in the Air Force. If the press got wind of what they had done, they would be thought to be worse than the terrorists.
Angry, they both strode out of the room, the last man paused at the door. "We will get that evidence for you, and we'll be back. You can count on it."
Then they stormed off down the corridor.
Jeff sat back down heavily in his seat and closed his aching eyes. "Thanks, George. Sometimes I wonder why things always happen to my family."
George looked at his long time employer and friend, "Because you are a great family, living interesting lives. Things will always happen that you have no control over. Let's get up to John and check that he hasn't done any damage to Wolf yet, I still need his confession. Then we can check that Scott has been released."
Giving Jeff his hand, George pulled him out of the chair, and together the two men walked out and made their way upstairs.
TBTBTB
Phew, well thats all for now. Please review and let me know your thoughts...
Once again, a huge THANK YOU to my awesome beta reader, who happily points out all my mistakes!!! And trust me, there are a lot of them!!!