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

Here's chapter six! It's a bit short, but I didn't want to put it with anything else. Enjoy Y'all, and don't forget to clicky the review button ;)

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Virgil's POV

I sat cross-legged on the floor of my room, watching the clock on my nightstand. Come on, just two more minutes, then I have a six minute time-period to get in and back out. Come On! I had spent the morning figuring out how to get the 'supplies' I needed. Everyday, at exactly twelve-oh-three, Brains would leave his lab and return his lunch tray to the kitchen. That gave me six minutes to grab what I required and make a hopefully clean getaway. I know Brains would probably give me what I want but... I enjoy a challenge. The display on my clock showed '12:03' time to go. I got up and left the room, hurrying to the lab. Yes! he left the door open. I looked up and down the hallway to make sure no one was coming, all clear, I walked in. What!? "Hey Brains" I said, seeing the blue-spectacled engineer standing over something.

"Huh? O-oh, h-h-hello Virgil," he said, "what b-brings you to t-the lab?"

"Oh, just checking to see if you had finished the designs for the Firefly's modifications" I said, sidling towards the chemical storage locker.

"As a matter of f-fact I-I have, they're with your f-father right now, h-he is checking t-them before we m-make the a-al-alterations" Brains replied.

"Great!" I said, as I discreetly opened the storage cabinet, "Will, you need a hand making them?" My hand was scrabbling for the small beaker I knew was on the shelf.

"I would l-love to have your help V-Virgil," he said, "but your f-father may want to change the p-plans, so it c-could be a w-while"

Yes! Gotcha! My hand finally snagged the beaker I had been searching for "That's alright Brains, just let me know when your going to start working on the changes and I'll be glad to help"

I slid the small beaker into my pocket, being careful to not dislodge the stopper. It won't do for it to spill in my pants. "Well, then I guess I'll be going Brains" I said.

"O-of course Virgil" said Brains, turning back to his work.

I left the lab, almost running Tin-Tin over in the process, "Sorry Tin-Tin," I apologized.

"Oh, it's alright Virgil, I just finished taking Brains' lunch tray back to the kitchen" she said, smiling at me.

That's why Brains wasn't gone. Ah, well, doesn't matter anyway. I still got what I needed. "See you later Tin-Tin," I said.

She nodded and walked into the lab. I walked back to my room, as soon as I reached it I closed and locked the door. Then I pulled the beaker out of my pocket, glancing at it's contents, several small pieces of metal under a layer of oil, before placing it neatly on a back shelf in my cluttered closet. Potassium, check. One down, five to go.

tbc