Disclaimer: Thunderbirds are not mine and I will return them safely.
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews, guys! Here's chapter 7.
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More Than What Meets The Eye
Chapter Seven
It was no good. No matter how hard he pressed against her shoulder, the wound just wouldn't stop bleeding.
"I think we should damn well just tell that guy about International Rescue so we can get her to a hospital," Alan said.
"Don't be so stupid, Alan."
"Well what else do you suggest we do?"
Scott fell silent – he really had no idea. Megan shook her head weakly but adamantly.
"No. Don't you dare tell that bastard anything about International Rescue."
Scott didn't respond. She put a hand up weakly and turned his face towards hers.
"Do you hear me? Promise me you won't tell..."
Scott nodded.
"OK. We won't. Will we, Alan?"
"No. Of course not."
Megan didn't look too convinced, but let the subject drop.
Another silent five minutes passed when suddenly a distant wailing could be heard.
"What the..."
"It's Dad and Virg! They've called the Emergency Services!"
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They stood staring out the window, The Hood puffing a cigar, staring in horror at the flashing lights fast approaching the building. They watched as Virgil stood at the gate, waiting.
They would have shot him, but they'd left their weapons behind.
It was too late to run and get them now.
The police would be on them and they wouldn't stand a chance.
The Hood tightened his grip on Jolene's shoulder.
"You didn't tell me he had a companion!"
"I-I'm sorry, I forgot, I -"
"Forget the excuses, we must get out!"
They hurried down the flights of old wooden stairs, rushing to get out, desperate not to be caught. They hurried through the ancient built-in garage towards the safest exit. The Hood paused a moment.
"What the hell are you waiting for?!" Jolene asked frantically.
The Hood took the live cigar from his mouth and looked at it.
"For so long I have been trying to catch International Rescue. My plan cannot fail – again."
He dropped the live cigar into the small bucket of kerosene that stood by the garage door.
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"Oh my God," Virgil looked towards the building that only a few moments ago had been perfectly still behind him. It was now ablaze on the ground floor, the flames licking their way up. The Fire Department were already on the case.
He'd also seen the Hood and Jolene tear away in their car a while before, a police vehicle close on their tail.
He'd heard the reports.
The duo had crashed nearby.
They were dead.
Virgil couldn't help but be a little glad. But he only wished they'd got his brothers out first.
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"Megs? You still with us?"
"Just about, yeah."
"Hold on, honey." Scott coughed as the smoke which was beginning to leak into the room surrounded them. "They must have heard Emergency Services."
"Yeah, and set the place on fire to finish us off." Alan came to stand by his brother's side. Megan's eyes were half-closed, not focusing. Alan lowered his voice.
"Do you think she'll be OK?"
Scott looked at his younger brother with worried eyes.
" I hope so, Alan. She has to be. Right?"
Alan nodded, unable to do anything else.
"Sure Scott. She'll be OK."
They sat silently for another minute, listening to the havoc outside.
"Scott?"
"Yes Al?"
"I'm sorry about all this."
"Look, kid. It wasn't your fault at all. You get me?"
"Sure Scott."
"But I'm sure glad you're OK." Scott looked towards the tiny slit of light that shone in through a small gap in the ceiling. "Poor Virg. He must be going through hell out there. Dad and the others, too."
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Jeff sat with his arm around Tin-Tin, for his own moral support as well as for her comfort. Gordon sat opposite them, Josie Tracy at his side. They all stared at Virgil 's portrait, willing it to make a noise, move, something.
After what seemed to be an eternity, the eyes of the portrait bleeped and flashed simultaneously. Almost the moment this happened, Jeff hit the open- link button.
"Virgil! What's the news?"
"I don't know Dad. All I know so far is that Jolene and another guy fled the house when the police arrived. They smashed into a tree just down the road. They were killed."
"Jolene?"
"Yeah Dad. Frankly though I think there was more to her than met the eye anyway."
"Well we'll find out from Scott later. Any news on him or Alan?"
"Not yet, Father. I'll keep you updated."
Jeff nodded and closed the link. Their vigil continued.
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With a final violent spurt of water, the flames were out and the rescue team could make their way to the floor where the captives were held.
It took only a few moments to open the door. With one look the head of the team realized it was Megan who needed the most medical attention. The head of the team lifted her from Scott's arms as he and Alan were helped by the rest of the team. Megan's eyes flickered open as she was moved.
"Now you take care," Scott whispered, even though he knew it was a pointless thing to say. "I'll come with you to the hospital."
She smiled weakly at him before closing her eyes again.
They followed the procession of fire-fighters down the stairs, through the blackened corridor, and out into the broad daylight.
"Scott! Alan!" were the first relieved cries that they heard as they left the building. "I'm so glad you're OK."
Virgil's eyes flickered over the cuts and bruises on his two brothers.
"Well, you know what I mean." He looked over towards the ambulance. "Who was that?"
"Megan," Scott replied weakly. "I'm going with her in the ambulance."
"Megan?" Virgil was puzzled for a moment before he recollected the memory of the girl his eldest brother was always bringing up in conversation.
Before he could say another word, Scott was climbing aboard the ambulance behind Megan, who was now unconscious, leaving Alan and Virgil behind, telling them he would call from the hospital and to let Jeff know they were OK.
The ambulance started off, Scott silently watching the paramedic at work.
"Is she going to be OK?" he asked after what seemed like an eternity.
The paramedic smiled weakly.
"I can't say. She's stable for now – that's all I can tell you."
The ambulance juddered on.
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End Note: Like it? Hate it? Let me know...you know what to do.
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews, guys! Here's chapter 7.
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More Than What Meets The Eye
Chapter Seven
It was no good. No matter how hard he pressed against her shoulder, the wound just wouldn't stop bleeding.
"I think we should damn well just tell that guy about International Rescue so we can get her to a hospital," Alan said.
"Don't be so stupid, Alan."
"Well what else do you suggest we do?"
Scott fell silent – he really had no idea. Megan shook her head weakly but adamantly.
"No. Don't you dare tell that bastard anything about International Rescue."
Scott didn't respond. She put a hand up weakly and turned his face towards hers.
"Do you hear me? Promise me you won't tell..."
Scott nodded.
"OK. We won't. Will we, Alan?"
"No. Of course not."
Megan didn't look too convinced, but let the subject drop.
Another silent five minutes passed when suddenly a distant wailing could be heard.
"What the..."
"It's Dad and Virg! They've called the Emergency Services!"
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They stood staring out the window, The Hood puffing a cigar, staring in horror at the flashing lights fast approaching the building. They watched as Virgil stood at the gate, waiting.
They would have shot him, but they'd left their weapons behind.
It was too late to run and get them now.
The police would be on them and they wouldn't stand a chance.
The Hood tightened his grip on Jolene's shoulder.
"You didn't tell me he had a companion!"
"I-I'm sorry, I forgot, I -"
"Forget the excuses, we must get out!"
They hurried down the flights of old wooden stairs, rushing to get out, desperate not to be caught. They hurried through the ancient built-in garage towards the safest exit. The Hood paused a moment.
"What the hell are you waiting for?!" Jolene asked frantically.
The Hood took the live cigar from his mouth and looked at it.
"For so long I have been trying to catch International Rescue. My plan cannot fail – again."
He dropped the live cigar into the small bucket of kerosene that stood by the garage door.
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"Oh my God," Virgil looked towards the building that only a few moments ago had been perfectly still behind him. It was now ablaze on the ground floor, the flames licking their way up. The Fire Department were already on the case.
He'd also seen the Hood and Jolene tear away in their car a while before, a police vehicle close on their tail.
He'd heard the reports.
The duo had crashed nearby.
They were dead.
Virgil couldn't help but be a little glad. But he only wished they'd got his brothers out first.
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"Megs? You still with us?"
"Just about, yeah."
"Hold on, honey." Scott coughed as the smoke which was beginning to leak into the room surrounded them. "They must have heard Emergency Services."
"Yeah, and set the place on fire to finish us off." Alan came to stand by his brother's side. Megan's eyes were half-closed, not focusing. Alan lowered his voice.
"Do you think she'll be OK?"
Scott looked at his younger brother with worried eyes.
" I hope so, Alan. She has to be. Right?"
Alan nodded, unable to do anything else.
"Sure Scott. She'll be OK."
They sat silently for another minute, listening to the havoc outside.
"Scott?"
"Yes Al?"
"I'm sorry about all this."
"Look, kid. It wasn't your fault at all. You get me?"
"Sure Scott."
"But I'm sure glad you're OK." Scott looked towards the tiny slit of light that shone in through a small gap in the ceiling. "Poor Virg. He must be going through hell out there. Dad and the others, too."
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Jeff sat with his arm around Tin-Tin, for his own moral support as well as for her comfort. Gordon sat opposite them, Josie Tracy at his side. They all stared at Virgil 's portrait, willing it to make a noise, move, something.
After what seemed to be an eternity, the eyes of the portrait bleeped and flashed simultaneously. Almost the moment this happened, Jeff hit the open- link button.
"Virgil! What's the news?"
"I don't know Dad. All I know so far is that Jolene and another guy fled the house when the police arrived. They smashed into a tree just down the road. They were killed."
"Jolene?"
"Yeah Dad. Frankly though I think there was more to her than met the eye anyway."
"Well we'll find out from Scott later. Any news on him or Alan?"
"Not yet, Father. I'll keep you updated."
Jeff nodded and closed the link. Their vigil continued.
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With a final violent spurt of water, the flames were out and the rescue team could make their way to the floor where the captives were held.
It took only a few moments to open the door. With one look the head of the team realized it was Megan who needed the most medical attention. The head of the team lifted her from Scott's arms as he and Alan were helped by the rest of the team. Megan's eyes flickered open as she was moved.
"Now you take care," Scott whispered, even though he knew it was a pointless thing to say. "I'll come with you to the hospital."
She smiled weakly at him before closing her eyes again.
They followed the procession of fire-fighters down the stairs, through the blackened corridor, and out into the broad daylight.
"Scott! Alan!" were the first relieved cries that they heard as they left the building. "I'm so glad you're OK."
Virgil's eyes flickered over the cuts and bruises on his two brothers.
"Well, you know what I mean." He looked over towards the ambulance. "Who was that?"
"Megan," Scott replied weakly. "I'm going with her in the ambulance."
"Megan?" Virgil was puzzled for a moment before he recollected the memory of the girl his eldest brother was always bringing up in conversation.
Before he could say another word, Scott was climbing aboard the ambulance behind Megan, who was now unconscious, leaving Alan and Virgil behind, telling them he would call from the hospital and to let Jeff know they were OK.
The ambulance started off, Scott silently watching the paramedic at work.
"Is she going to be OK?" he asked after what seemed like an eternity.
The paramedic smiled weakly.
"I can't say. She's stable for now – that's all I can tell you."
The ambulance juddered on.
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End Note: Like it? Hate it? Let me know...you know what to do.