A Well Kept Secret.
I'm going away today, so this is gonna be my aim to finish over my trip. This is the first chapter, sorry it's short but this may be another 'BIG FIC'!!!! (Said in a booming voice)
I hope you enjoy and have a good time reading. I will update as soon as I can. Plez R&R, would like peoples views on what might happen? Ideas are welcome! Thanks.
Chapter 1: A Familiar Stranger.
"Touching down now dad," Scott radioed to his dad, Jeff Tracy. He was the billionaire owner of International Rescue, who all lived on an island with some of their closest friends.
"I'm right behind you Scott," came his younger brother Virgil's voice.
"Ok boys, you know what to do, good luck, and be careful," Jeff's voice followed Virgil's and the radio went static. Virgil turned off the radio and turned round to see his older brother John, standing waiting for him. Usually, John manned the space station but his youngest brother Alan was up there for a month and John was helping out with earth rescues. And this rescue was a big collapsed building.
"A science lab, so we have to watch out for dangerous chemicals and gases," warned Scott, who had just been talking to the boss.
"Apparently there's only two people missing, so lets go find them," John went and got the Firefly, to help shift some of the rubble. An hour later, they found one of the people, a man stuck in a lift. Some cutting work later and he was carried out to safety.
"There's one more still in there," he said to Scott as he was being checked over by the paramedics.
"A girl, she went to the underground labs, I think they should still be in tack," Scott gave Virgil a nod and they go suited up and went down there. The male scientist was right. The underground labs were ok, but some ceiling beams had come down and all the power had gone out so they had to work by torch light, which slowed them down.
"Careful Virg, Some of the beams may still be unstable," Scott was still protective over his little brother; even through all they had done more dangerous things than this.
"Look," Virgil, being the more observant of the two, had seen something in the dark. A shoe disappearing under a fallen beam.
"That's her," they ran round the beam to see an unconscious girl lying under it. She had brown wavy hair in bunches, a blue vest top, trousers, trainers and a lab coat. But the thing Scott noticed was the blue rimmed glasses.
"Remind you of any one?" Scott laughed as he radioed John.
"She's trapped, we're gonna need some lifting equipment down here," he finished.
"FAB Scott give me ten minutes,"
"FAB," Scott replied. Ten minutes later, Virgil was holding the brace around her neck as Scott and John lifted the beam.
"Ok, make way for the paramedics," As the medics took the girl off, Virgil noticed something on the floor where she had been lying. He ran back to get it.
"Virgil come on this place isn't safe," Scott yelled. Virgil didn't say anything he just pocketed the item and followed his brothers out. Just in time as well. Once they were all out, the building collapsed into a massive dust pile.
The boys had all returned to Tracy Island as soon as they had checked they couldn't do any more. Virgil flopped down on his bed; he was exhausted, and kept thinking about the girl they had rescued. He looked at his uniform that he had gotten out of as soon as possible and changed into a t-shirt and some shorts. He picked up the uniform and delved into the pocket. He found the object he had picked up earlier. It was a name tag.
'Ava Hackenbaker.' Scott had said there was something familiar about her. Could that thing be that they lived with two members of her family? Virgil got up and made his way to his father's office.