A/N: Sigh, I'm really bored...so here's another chapter! Just for you! Thanks to killhill2003 and maree for my lickity split reviews! You guys were fast! Thanks killhill, I am feeling better...brilliant medication! And maree, thanks and I'm glad you enjoyed the dialogue!

Virgil was slowly getting angrier and angrier with his surrounding family. All they were doing were arguing over game plans and every now and then someone else would pipe up with some information they could've used about ten minutes ago.

"Say Virgil are you ok? You're looking a little tense and that vein in your neck is starting to pop a little again," Alan asked, creasing his forehead as he looked at his brother.

"I'm fine," Virgil replied through gritted teeth. "I'll be even better when we stop fooling around and actually get going."

"Virgil, this is serious," Gordon chimed in from across the desk. "It needs precision especially if they are who Lady P says they are."

"So why don't we just get going? Why are we wasting time? We know where they are, Penelope told us!" Virgil replied impatiently, banging his fist on the desk. "Sophia is in trouble!"

"Enough Virgil!" Jeff barked. "Be a little more sensitive, it's Penelope's sister they have and this is no time for you to want to start showing off!"

Virgil opened his mouth to reply but was too angry and upset to find the words. He also realised his father didn't actually know Virgil liked Sophia a whole lot more than he did a few days ago.

"Yeah but its Virgil's girlfriend," Alan added, smiling mischievously. Jeff looked very taken aback at his words for a few seconds then remembered himself.

"Shut up Alan!" Virgil warned before turning to his father. "Dad, it's not like that, don't think -."

"Later Virgil. We'll talk about this later," Jeff interrupted, giving his son a very significant glance before turning and walking over to Penelope who had just entered the room again with Parker.

Virgil gave Alan a half hearted thump on the arm before following Jeff. He knew this was not the correct time to start fighting with Alan. Later perhaps.

"So, you know where The Hood is?" Penelope was asking Jeff. "So why don't you just go over there sooner rather than later and destroy it?"

It was a good point actually, Virgil shrugged. They did indeed have a pretty clear idea of where he was most of the time so why didn't they just go and destroy him?

"Because Penny, we're only half sure most of time and never a hundred percent sure on the reliability of our sources. Plus he has top security and there's only six of us," Jeff explained.

Oh, right. Explains a lot then.

"I need to go and get back my sister Jeff! She's only a child for goodness sake, who knows what could be happening to her!" Penelope cried. "I swear if Harry is behind this then he's going to get my foot –"

"Dad!" John interrupted before Penelope could finish, which was a good job really. "I think I've got a location, based on the way they were heading on the radar and previous haunts. Somewhere off the coast of Mexico."

"Good work John!" Jeff replied, clapping his hands together. "Let's go!"

Virgil, who had stood up at hearing his brother's words looked to his father, making it quite clear he would stop at nothing to get her back. Jeff nodded slightly, showing he understood.

Virgil was feeling incredibly uncomfortable at the thought that the revelation of last night may just come out sooner than he expected and he really, really wasn't ready to face his father and Penelope on his own.

"Come on Virg', we'll fly together. John can take Thunderbird Two," Scott said, putting a hand on Virgil's shoulder.

"But..." Virgil began but trailed off as Scott squeezed his shoulder tightly. "Fine."

"Good boy," Scott replied, patting his shoulder. "Come on then."

Reluctantly, Virgil followed Scott toward his portrait, pulling his gloves on as he went. He knew Scott wanted to talk to him to probably give him 'the talk' and Virgil hoped he could avoid it as long as possible. He also didn't like anyone manning his beloved Thunderbird Two either, especially at the orders of someone else.

Sighing quietly as the portrait zipped shut, Virgil took a deep breath and prepared himself for what was yet to come.