Scott stared at the image in front of him. He'd seen it so many times in the past two weeks he had it memorised, but he kept thinking if he watched it just one more time, he'd spot what he was so obviously missing. He hit play again. On the screen the woman – girl really Scott corrected himself, she looked to be about the same age as Virgil – stood quietly towards the back of her cell. The door opens and two men enter, both wear matching dark clothes and both carry what looks to be a baton. The girl doesn't react at all as each man takes her by the arm (none too gently) and leads her from the room. Scott opens and plays the second file. This time it begins with the cell empty, the door then opens and the girl is pushed back in. She stumbles slightly before spinning round towards the door, giving Scott a look at the bruising that now mars the right-hand side of her face. She glares at the door and rolls her shoulder, clearly trying to ease it. She looks up sharply, away from the camera and Scott has seen enough footage from the other cells to know they all do this at the same time. He supposes that some kind of alarm has gone off. Instantly the girl straightens up and resumes her position at the back of the cell, once again waiting quietly.

Scott sighed. There was nothing there he hadn't seen before. John had tried to identify all the prisoners and guards but hadn't managed to come up with anything. That in itself was a cause for alarm. Not that John wasn't infallible, he'd be the first to admit that, but there should have been something, somewhere on at least one of them. But no, there was nothing.

As promised Scott had tried talking to their father about it but he'd been shut down. Virgil was taking it exceptionally hard, unable to understand the argument that International Rescue couldn't save everyone and that in cases like this it wasn't their place to try.

"You aren't spy's son" his father had said. "You boys save people who have been caught in natural disasters, fires, building collapses. We do that because we have the skills, equipment and people who know how to make a difference. But saving people from the evils of men? That isn't what International Rescue is about. There are other agencies for that are better equipped and better trained. They will handle this."

But whilst rationally Scott could understand this, emotionally he was struggling. Being the eldest he felt he had to back his father up but Virgil felt no such compunction, leading to more than one row. He had taken to spending more time than usual down with Two tinkering away, fixing things that didn't need to be fixed and where he was short with Scott he bordered on downright rude to their father.

"Watching that again huh?"

The voice made Scott jump. He'd thought he'd shut his bedroom door, he should have heard if someone opened it. Quickly he turned the screen off and spun towards the door but there was no one there.

"Try again, bro."

The voice was behind him.

"Gordon, how did you get on my balcony?"

The blond shrugged like he did this every day.

"You and Virgil have been very nearly strangling each other since you got back from hospital and I think if dad wasn't dad one of you would have taken him out by now. I've tried asking nicely what's going on but if I get told I'm just a kid one more time I might punch someone's lights out. So, I decided to find out on my own."

"I've never said that to you" Scott said momentarily derailed. He hadn't realised that this had affected Gordon at all. There were 5 men (6 when John was around) living in one house, spats were just a thing that happened. Then the guilt hit him as he realised that it was probably affecting Alan as well. Unfortunately, Gordon took the guilt on Scott's face as proof he was right.

"It's not the first time I've come round this way, anyway" he continued letting himself in and sitting on Scott's bed. "You remember after Sao Paulo? You refused to get checked out saying you only needed rest then woke up in the infirmary."

Scott nodded. It wasn't one of his best moments, he'd worked himself into complete and utter exhaustion and, instead of making sure he got something to eat and drink he'd just crashed out. His body hadn't had the energy to move once he'd woken up and the next thing he knew he was in the infirmary attached to about three drip lines and getting a lecture from Virgil.

"You'd locked yourself in here and managed to piss Virgil and dad off enough that they'd decided to leave you to it until you came out. But I was worried, so I found another way."

"You climbed round the outside of the house because you were worried about me?"

Gordon nodded.

"And I'd do it again. As proven here. So, no more evasiveness. What happened in Johannesburg that you're not telling me?" He fixed Scott with a straight gaze and just for a second Scott had the urge to stand to attention. It wasn't often that happened to him and never from a little brother, but people often forget that Gordon had seen active service in WASP and had done far more in the military than just basic training. At home Gordon fell easily into the role of second youngest, trouble maker and beach bum but that wasn't all of him. He had a spine of steel (literally thanks to his crash) and a level head under pressure that Scott admired. He was also single minded and determined when he got his teeth into something – the legendary Tracy stubbornness coming out in full.

Scott sighed and turned back to his screen motion Gordon to come over. He played the footage again as well as the images Virgil had shown him in the hospital and explained John and Virgil's theory about how this was the girl from the mugging and she had somehow escaped.

Gordon looked aghast and his face fell into astonishment and then finally steel as Scott explained that it was their father forbidding them any further involvement that had been causing the issues.

"You agree with him then?" Gordon accused. "That's why you and Virgil are butting heads."

"Don't you?"

Gordon turned his glare on his older brother but the look on Scott's face made him stop before the righteous tirade could begin. Scott looked hopeless and now that Gordon saw it, he picked up on other things he'd missed in his quest for answers. Scott was slouched in his chair, in an old t-shirt that was clearly being worn for comfort rather than any sense of practicality or style. His usually immaculately turned-out big brother was looking distinctly rumpled and more than a bit tired.

"It's because you met her, isn't it?" Gordon offered quietly. "Seeing it on a screen like that" he gestured to the frozen image, "is awful. But you saw her, spoke to her. It makes things more real."

And if Scott is taking it this hard, Gordon realised, then Virgil would be worse. The middle Tracy had always seemed to feel things more deeply than his brothers - Gordon had put it down to his artistic flair – but, he remembered, it was Virgil that got the girl to safety and checked her over. He was still feeling guilty about losing her to the maze that was central London rather than making sure she was properly seen to. To then see her like this as well…

"There has to be something we can do" the determination in Gordon's voice making Scott look up from where he'd found he was staring, without seeing, at the floor.

"John can't find anything" Scott said. "There's no trace of anyone in any of the footage Virgil was able to obtain. There isn't anything that gives us a location for the building they were being held in. John ran a scan of the building Prinsloo was so determined to keep safe and it's empty now. No life signs, no one coming or going. Though" he pulled a face "I'm not sure they were ever there. I can't say why, exactly."

"Dad has handed the evidence to someone?"

"Yeah, the GDF."

"And what are they doing with it?"

"We'll probably never know. I don't know that you want here Gordon." Scott's frustration suddenly got the better of him. "The only lead we have is this woman and, short of scouring London to find her, I don't think we're going to get anywhere and if dad finds out we haven't let this go there will be hell to pay."

"Well, I'm not going to let the wrath of dad stop me from trying to help those people" Gordon stood up and made for the door. Scott jumped to his feet and tried to intercept him.

"What are you going to do?"

"For starters; Tin's training with the GDF isn't she?"

"She wants to be called Kayo now" Scott reminded him and got flashed a look that said Gordon wasn't going to be thrown off topic.

"She might be able to find something, and" he held a hand up to stop whatever it was that was about to come pouring from Scott, "she'd want to know and she'd want to help." With that he pulled on Scott's door only to find it still locked. "That ruins the dramatic exit a bit" he said shooting his brother a look. Scott unlocked the door for him and watched as Gordon tried to put the same determination into his stride as he would have before getting caught out by the door.

Gordon mentioning Kayo had given him an idea though. Shutting and locking the door again, Scott opened a channel to Thunderbird Five.

"John, didn't you say your college friend had gone into a rather unusual line of work?"