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"Quick, keep moving!" Scott ordered some civilians as he escorted them into the large building housing the underground bunker. With the help of the local police, Scott managed to get the last remaining people inside before rain started lashing down, a roaring rumble of thunder sounding overhead.
He'd made it just in time.
Scott stood in the doorway of the large white house as rain bounced down at a heavy pace, grimacing when another rumble of thunder sounded off, followed by a streak of lightning which illuminated the sky. For a moment he just watched the weather at work, feeling his adrenaline starting to dissipate. He'd been rushing about none stop for the past few hours and only now was he really beginning to feel it. He tensed up when a firm hand was placed on his shoulder.
"You did good today." Giorgio smiled. "You helped save a lot of people."
"I couldn't have done it without your help." Scott acknowledged the man who'd wasted no time in helping him. As soon as he'd arrived in Ziros, Giorgio had immediately got to work offloading the passengers from the buses and assisted Scott with the evacuation.
Giorgio smiled, dismissing him with a wave of his hand. "It was nothing. Anything to help my people."
Scott turned his attention back to the rain. Although he found it cliché, he found the rain actually reminded him of Gordon. His fair-haired brother was almost always found in the water, so naturally these connotations reminded the pilot of his missing brother.
Missing...
"Looks like we're in for a big one." Giorgio whistled as impressive streaks of lightning continued to light up the ever-darkening sky. "We best move inside."
Scott shook his head. "Not me. I'm heading over to my aircraft to stand by, just in case I'm needed elsewhere."
"It will provide you enough protection from the storm?"
"Yeah." Scott turned to his Cypriot companion. "For now I'm leaving you in charge. Think you can watch over everyone for me?"
"I'll be glad to." the man beamed.
"Thanks."
After waiting for a bit of a lull in the rain, Scott made a mad dash for Thunderbird 1. Once inside, the pilot dried himself off as best he could before he decided to change his clothes completely, knowing what his grandmother would say if he caught a cold through wearing sodden clothes.
Retrieving his spare uniform from the uniform capsule, Scott stripped down and dumped his soggy uniform in a pile on the floor, then pulled on his new uniform which was warm and dry. He secured his clothes in one of the spare compartments and then dumped himself in his pilot's chair with a slouch, watching the torrential rain splash against his right cockpit window.
Virgil stared at the rain pelting down on his cockpit windows as another roar of thunder cracked overhead, the vibration shaking through his aircraft.
Virgil's eyes flicked to his consoles as he monitored Thunderbird 2's stability, making sure she was still in a safe position to fly in this hurricane, which had definitely amped up in the last half hour or so. His autopilot had done well to hold the aircraft steady but the huge gusts of wind now bearing down were threatening to knock the green giant off her hover track, which would force Virgil to retake manual control.
The pilot tapped his watch as he shuffled about in his seat. He'd been thinking about moving Two to land, but couldn't bear leaving his brother behind, knowing that Gordon was still in the depths of the sea.
All he could do was sit and wait for his brother, hoping and praying he'd contact him soon.
Just what was going on down there?
"I've got it!"
"That's it!"
"Good work, Phones!"
The circular section of glass Phones had spent the last few minutes slicing through had finally come free, sitting loosely in the cylinder side. The aquanauts managed to pry their fingers through the little gap and pulled the pane towards them, slowly lowering it to their prison floor without it giving away their escape plans.
Phones slid through the gap first, then helped Troy and Gordon exit the hole.
"What do we do now?" Phones inquired.
Troy stood up tall, sweeping himself down. "Now that we've gotten out of that fine mess, we've gotta find Marina."
"Sounds like a plan, skipper. Do you reckon we should split up, to cover more ground?"
Troy looked to Gordon, who pondered for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I think we should. We can explore more of these rooms and caverns when we're separated."
"Then it's settled. I'll go through this main corridor here. Gordon, you go right and Phones, you go left."
"Alrighty, skipper!"
"Sure thing, Troy."
The trio were about to go their separate ways when a sharp voice stopped them in their tracks.
"Prisoners! You dare try to escape? Stop now, or I'll fire!"
The three men turned to see the servant Anath, holding a spiky weapon resembling a pistol. They raised their arms.
"Oh great, I forgot this guy was still around." Troy complained.
"What do we do now?"
"Don't ask me."
"Don't you guys deal with this sort of thing all the time?" Gordon asked.
"Quiet!" the servant hissed. "You have caused my master and I enough trouble this day! Instead of keeping you here for the warlord Titan, I shall execute you here and now!"
"Great." Troy replied, voice full of sarcasm. "Like we needed THAT."
"Now then, which one of you shall I kill first, hm?" the creature smirked, holding his weapon towards Troy. "I think I'll start with you, Captain Tempest..."
"Don't they always?" Troy complained, raising his hands a little higher when Anath raised the gun in line with Troy's head.
The Captain remained calm and poised as the weapon trained on him. Anath smirked coldly, preparing to fire on Troy, who frowned at his opponent.
Just how was he going to get himself out of this one?