"Keep quiet!" It was hissed through gritted teeth.

Virgil held back a protest and instead continued to attempt to stem the flow of blood around the knife sticking out of his brother.

Another hiss came from less language orientated sources.

It was a bad wound and should see his brother flat on his back. Not standing up in what equated to a broom closet in the backend of Two with a knife sticking out of his leg.

Cleaning rags did not serve well as bandages and Virgil was cursing enough to corrode the inside of his skull at the fact that there was decent medical treatment available metres away and it was being denied them simply because some assholes saw an opportunity.

"Leave it."

"No."

More hissing.

A clatter outside and they both froze.

This whole scenario would not have been a problem in the slightest if there wasn't a comms blackout.

Virgil had noticed it upon landing, but he had been too focussed on rescuing the six men trapped in a mine.

Six men who had apparently rigged the whole thing, taken advantage of Virgil and managed to get aboard his 'bird as rescuees only to whack him over the head at the first unhelmeted opportunity.

And yes, he was ignoring the throbbing headache.

It was Scott who had rescued him first. Hacking into Two's systems and climbing aboard, disabling two of the culprits, grabbing Virgil, only to be put upon by the other four.

Their escape had been so narrow, Virgil wasn't yet sure it was an escape.

They were, after all, hiding in a broom closet.

"You are staying here."

"What? You're not going out there."

"What else is there to do? John is likely having kittens." And the last time his brother sprouted offspring it was a possibly Earth-ending event. The thought of evil cats taking over the world...

It was the concussion, honestly.

Scott closed his eyes and wilted a little.

Shit.

He grabbed at his brother and gently lowered him to the floor in the cramped space available. Hell, the man never listened, otherwise he would have already been down there.

Scott groaned at the movement.

"Rest."

"Need to-"

"You need to rest." Virgil swallowed. "Keep still." He dreaded to think what that blade had sliced into. "I'll be back soon."

"Virg, no."

"I. Will. Be. Back."

Scott grabbed at his arm, but Virgil stood up.

A quiet peek out the door and he slipped out.

His brother needed help, and for that, Virgil needed his Thunderbird back.

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