"NOOOOOOO!" the three remaining brothers yelled in unison as John fell over. In the waning light, none of them could tell where he was hit. Or if he was even still alive.

Jorge's attention returned to a struggling Victor. "You're next."

As he pointed the gun at Victor's kneecap, he slowly started to squeeze the trigger. Suddenly, there was a booming thunder and the darkening yard lit up brighter than high noon on a cloudless day.

Scott instantly recognized the sound of his beloved ship. A booming voice was heard resonating from above.

"Drop your guns!"

Jorge turned his attention to the bright light overhead and started firing. A blast of firepower from the ship cut Jorge down. He would no longer terrorize the Teresa's of the world.

Seeing that Jorge was dead, all of his men, including Eduardo, dropped their guns and raised their hands.

"Free your prisoners!" the voice bellowed again.

One of the men went around the circle of Tracy boys and smoothly sliced their bonds. He then went over to Victor and released him. Scott's first reaction was to check on John. He gave a huge sigh of relief when he realized that he was only grazed on the head, just above the ear. He will suffer from a severe headache for a while, but that should be all. He could he a collective sigh of relief from Alan and Gordon.

Scott quickly got everyone organized. All of Jorge's men were rounded up, and tied. They were then ushered behind the house, leaving the large front yard open for TB1 to land.

Victor, when he was set free, instantly got up and ran into the house. He ignored the pain in his knee and willed it to work. When he burst through the door, he was stopped dead in his tracks at the sight before him. On the floor, Teresa was gently rocking the body of her battered son. Victor couldn't even muster a sound, he just mouthed the word 'no'. He limped over to her and collapsed to his knees. Kneeling, he gently cupped Miguel's head in his hands. The body was already cold, he had been dead for hours. Teresa didn't acknowledge Victor's presence, but just kept keening as she rocked her son.

Outside Scott gave the ok to the pilot of TB1 and she landed gracefully in the open area. Scott walked towards his ship. He was thinking he was never so glad to see her. She never looked more beautiful. He smiled when the door opened up and the pilot exited.

"Father! Am I ever so glad to see you! But how?......what are you do home so early? How did you know to come here?" Scott tried to ask a million questions at once. Jeff walked towards his son and embraced him. Then he held Scott at arms length, anger flashing in his grey eyes. "I am not even going to ask you the details yet. Let's take care of these men whoever they are, and get home."

"We found Virgil, alive." Scott said quietly without enthusiasm.

Jeff heard the lack of excitement at finding their brother, "But……..?"

"He doesn't remember us. He is going by the name of Victor."

Before Jeff could respond, they all heard an anguished cry pour forth from the house. Gordon and Alan, although they wanted to rush the house, stayed with the prisoners. John, who had awakened with a splitting headache before TB1 landed, joined Scott and Jeff and they ran into the house. There on the floor, Virgil was holding Miguel. He was crying deeply. Teresa, in a trance, was still rocking and keening. This was the first time Scott and John saw that Jorge had gotten to Miguel. They had all thought he had escaped.

"Oh God, no!" Scott cried. John just sank into the closest chair.

Jeff, not understanding, stood quietly. He would get the answers later when they got home. He stood in shock at seeing his dead son. At first he just soaked in the vision of his living son. Then he walked up to this scarred and battered man and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Virgil."

Victor just pushed the hand off his shoulder. This was his family in front of him. He did not know who these men were, dressed in black, flying strange machines and calling him Virgil.

Scott left the house and told Gordon and Alan the sad news. Both of them took the news badly. Tears streamed down Alan's face. Gordon's face grew red with anger. "Why him? He was just a boy forced to do a man's job."

Rejected by the son he thought was dead, Jeff turned and went out to find Scott. "I've already put in a call to the government soldiers. A Captain Rojo is going to come out first thing in the morning and take these rebels off our hands."

Scott replied, "I know Rojo, he was the captain in charge when we rescued the children. He's a good man."

As the dawn bloomed, it was a befitting day. No sunshine, no blue sky. Just grey and dreary. As promised, Captain Rojo appeared first thing in the morning with a small contingency of soldiers and took all of the rebels away. He turned to Jeff, "Would you like for us to take the woman too?"

Jeff just shook his head, "No. We will take her to a hospital. She needs immediate care. Thank you for coming as fast as you did."

"No problemo, Senor. What about the American with her?"

"He is our missing operative. He will be going to the hospital as well. Thank you for your assistance Captain. I think we are finished here."

"Adios, Senor." And with that the captain left with his prisoners of war.

Turning to his two youngest sons Jeff said solemnly, "Take TB2 home. Let everyone at home know about Virgil and his condition."

Even though he could see disappointment on their faces, neither of them said no. They wanted to stay with their newly discovered brother, even if he couldn't remember who he was. They were hoping that they could be present when he suddenly does remember and there is a grand joyous reunion. Instead they quickly gathered their things and left for Thunderbird 2. On their way back they picked up their supplies and equipment that they had hidden away when they heard that one in a billion shot.