Brains sank at his desk as Scott went up to Thunderbird 1, "I thought promises were easy to keep, I guess I was wrong," Max beeped in compliance, "yeah, you said it, Max."

Virgil walked into the hanger and hopped up on a nearby table, "how's it going Brains?"

"Not well Virgil, how's Alan?"

"Rewarding himself from the mission by arguing with Gordon over what movie to watch."

"I just can't get the schematics of this eye, I watched how it affected The Mm, Mechanic, and I want it to stop."

Virgil nodded, "anything I can do to help?"

"I've tried uh everything Virgil, there's not much more we can try. This test failed, I don't know what else there is to do," Brains leant back against the table and Virgil took it as a cue to leave.

"I'll catch up with you," Virgil pushed himself from the table and down to the ground.

Brains watched Virgil leave then collapsed down at his desk again, "let's try again."

Virgil knocked on the hull of Thunderbird 1, "anyone in?"

"Virg?"

"Hey, Scott. You saw Brains down there?"

"Yeah, I'm worried about all of this. The Mechanic can't be trusted no matter what he says."

"I know, but what can we do? We don't go after The Chaos Crew or The Mechanic. so, do we supervise?"

'"He wants to break him out of prison which is being watched by the GDF, we don't supervise brother, we do our job," Scott stood up.

"Continue as usual then?"

"Precisely," Scott draped his arm around the back of Virgil's shoulders, "where did you leave the youngsters?"

"Where they were, fighting in the lounge."

Scott rolled his eyes, "and you didn't try to stop them?"

"No, they're old enough to work something out between themselves."

Scott walked into the lounge where the two brothers were having a pillow fight, "oh for god's sake."

Alan looked up as he held a pillow above Gordon's head, "oh hey."

"Ever get round to choosing a film?"

"Nope. We almost did then fishy here didn't want to agree."

"That's such a lie," Gordon aimed a pillow at Alan and Virgil caught it in mid-air, "dammit."

Virgil smirked as he tossed it neatly onto the sofa before lying back against it, "then maybe I should choose a film?"

"Hell no, you go for romance or drama."

Virgil shrugged, "it's that or I play for you guys," he looked over at the piano, "'cos you usually hate that too."

Scott grabbed the pillows from his brothers, "I don't mind music, it's been a tough day."

Virgil smiled, "thanks, Scott."

Alan sat down on the sofa, "well I say fight movie."

Gordon sighed, "ugh they're so boring."

Virgil rolled his eyes and hopped over the back of the sofa to walk over to the piano, "I could play a whole sonata in the time it'll take you two to argue this out."

"Deal!" Gordon grinned as the second eldest sat down on the piano stool.

Virgil shook his head as he began to play, "I'm not betting anything."

Scott picked up a cue from the wall and walked over to the pool table, "Gordon, come and do something useful."

Gordon raised an eyebrow, "you're on."

"So Alan, what was it like working with John?" Virgil asked as he looked down at the keys.

"It was good, when he lets himself go he's a lot of fun. I mean it was still a serious job but in a way, I think he enjoyed it."

Virgil smirked as he crossed his hands over on the keys, "just a typical rescue in space then?"

"Oh, it was a little more complicated than that," Alan rested his arms on top of the piano watching his brother play, "I mean pretty complicated, getting people out of places smaller than they were."

Virgil looked at him inquisitively, "really?"

"No not like that! I had to cut glass and they were shot out."

Scott laughed, "that doesn't sound too easy."

"Not for them, me, however, it was a piece of cake."

"Apart from almost running out of fuel," Virgil shrugged, "that's what John told me."

"Virg?" Alan whined as he spotted movement in his peripheral vision.

"What?"

Scott stood opposite Alan across the piano, "yes, what?"

"We didn't run out of fuel, and anyway I used my main supply to try to save those two pilots. There was a good reason."

"Uh huh, don't pull stunts like that," Scott shook his head.

The music jarred, "pull stunts? Like when have you not done that, or had the thought to do that?" Virgil crossed his ankles under the piano, "don't hide that."

"Maybe I would, but that's not the issue here."

Alan leant on his arms with a groan as Virgil began to play again, "just forget it, Scott."

Gordon slid over to the piano, "soo, what are we arguing about over here then?"

Virgil rolled his eyes, "you were listening, don't act like you're innocent."

"Do you think those two pilots will end up together?"

"Probably Scott, they were going out for pizza together."

"Cute," Virgil smirked, "hmm, I wouldn't mind Pizza tonight."

Alan grinned, "oh yes!"

"I'm in," Scott pushed himself away from the piano.

"Finally, something we all agree on," Gordon laughed, "well I say we go halfsies."

"Hell no," Virgil stood up from the stool, "one each."

Scott sighed, "here we go again."