I, sadly, don't own Thunderbirds. Carlton and Gerry Anderson do. I'm not making any money off of this. Ect. Ect.

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Virgil's POV

I leaned back into the soft spray, allowing the hot water rinse away the soot and sweat that covered me. God, that feels good. I could stay here forever. I yawned, and reached for my shampoo bottle, letting my thoughts wander before turning back to the task I had assigned myself. What exactly do I want to do to Gordon? I had used up many of my best tricks already. Perhaps I could make up for quality with magnitude. Yeah, hit him with so many at once he wouldn't know when to stop jumping. Climbing out of the shower I grinned, reached for a towel, and wrapped it around myself. I walked, dripping, down the hall to my room, the room which still didn't have a door. Damn it. I can't change in here. What if Grandma, or worse Tin-Tin came down the hall? Oh, wait my closet has a door, that would work. I strode over to my closet and pulled the door open. There isn't much room, maybe I should clean this out sometime. Climbing over the piles of junk wasn't easy, but eventually I found a spot that was fairly even. It was a struggle to get my clothes on and I was swearing under my breath as I clambered out of the closet. I thrust the door open and fell forwards, my foot had caught on some unrecognizable object. "Soo, finally coming out of the closet are we?" asked a familiar voice.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny Alan" I said, "You know I'm sure Tin-Tin would love to see the pictures of you dressed up as a girl for Halloween,"

"I didn't ever dress as a girl!" Alan yelled.

I had struck a nerve. "I can make it look like you did. Photo editing software is a great invention. Don't you think?" I asked sweetly.

Alan stormed off without another word. That reminded me of the noise I had heard outside of Thunderbird Two's cockpit on the way home. Alan must have heard me talking to John. Oh well, it didn't matter anyway, I'm waiting to put this in motion until John comes home. Alan will be no help to Gordon from Thunderbird Five. I went to find Scott to help me put my door back. As soon as it was up I thanked Scott and locked myself in my room, I had some one I needed to talk to. "Virgil calling John,"

"I thought you would never call back," said John.

"Getting bored are you Johnny-Boy?" I asked.

"No. I just want to know what is going on," He replied.

"Well, I believe that Alan overheard us," I said, "but that shouldn't be a problem once he's up in Five,"

"No, but he may get suspicious if he doesn't hear anything about our plan" John said.

"True" I scratched my head, "But what do we do about it?"

"Simple. We let Alan overhear snippets of a plan" He stated.

"What if he tells Gordon?" I asked.

"I said a plan not the plan, we mislead them with some elaborate, over thought scheme, when in actuality the plan is simplicity itself," He said.

"And how do you know the plan is, and I quote simplicity itself?" I said primly.

"Just a hunch. It is simple right?" John said.

"Yup. So far it just involves some hair dye, some paint, some fish, a little pure potassium, a large spider, and a yellow submarine" I stated.

"Simple huh?" Said John, grinning from ear to ear, "I can't wait to hear the rest,"

Just then there was a knock on my, newly reinstalled, door. I got off my bed to open it. "Yes?"

"Mr. Virgil, dinner is ready," Kyrano said.

"Of course Kyrano, I'll be there in a minuet," I replied.

"Very, good Mr. Virgil," He said closing the door again.

"Sorry John I said, the rest will have to wait until after dinner," I said.

"Alright, I'll talk to you later then," John said.

"Yes," I replied, signing off. I opened my door, stuck my hands in my pockets and whistling, went towards dinner. Life is good.