John floated calmly through the command centre of Thunderbird Five. He was calm on the outside at least, he always was. You couldn't afford to be anything less when you were convincing a scared, trapped child to stay put rather than running off in a panic, or convincing a slightly suspicious nation to grant access through their airspace.

He had stayed calm on the outside when he had guided the others to the wreckage of Thunderbird Four despite the worry worming through his gut, and almost successfully hidden the raging anger that had been stoked by seeing his little brother wrapped in bandages and casts. It was no surprise that Scott had seen right through him: seen the fury burning there and done his best to rein him in. He wouldn't compromise the operation – even the barest suggestion was offensive – but he was going to start the hunt now that his fury had been reduced to a fine steady simmer.

"EOS" He called to grab her attention. "I have a job for you."

"I hope it's a challenge" her voice chimed through the air "It can get very boring when you are as smart as I am."

"I'm sure it can." He glided to the main console, and started work on dividing up the station's resources. "I'm putting in a partition and separating out a dozen cores for you to use. You'll have to work within them exclusively for now and stay out of all other IR functions, but hopefully it won't be for long."

"Stay out? But how will you ever manage without me?" She teased.

John continued to work. "I managed just fine before you EOS, I'm sure I can remember how to do all of my job."

"If you call inefficient and run ragged fine but..." Her scolding trailed off into curiosity. "What is more important than the smooth running of Thunderbird Five?"

"I want you to find the Hood. I want to know everything about him: his childhood, his favourite food, where he likes to go for coffee. I want every shell company, every bank account, every known or even suspected associate. I want to know where he's been so we can predict where he's going. I'll start you off with all the files from the GDF."

"They've given them to you? I thought they were classified?"

"They are."

There was a pause. John continued to work. EOS broke the silence, saying slowly. "That almost sounds like you intend to hack into their database and take the data without asking. Which would be rude. And illegal."

John didn't confirm or deny that, but EOS should know by now that John did whatever was necessary to get the job done. Sometimes it was charting his brothers' a course through what was meant to be a no-fly zone because there just wasn't time to submit flight plans in advance. Or at all.

Sometimes is was ahem borrowing ahem a satellite to complete a below surface scan when theirs weren't quite in the right position.

And sometimes it was hacking into the mainframe of the planet's premier defence organisation, ignoring all the sensitive technological files and stealing just the ones he needed to give to his AI friend, in order to hunt down a murderous megalomaniac. Some rules could be broken. Especially if no-one else ever found out.

"Don't worry, we won't do any harm and Scott is aware." Or he should be, if he had thought through the implications of their conversation at the hospital. Maybe he had been too angry to think clearly, but that was a problem for later.

"I will set to work as soon as you have prepared the partition, and no longer monitor or aid in International Rescue missions as all my processing power will be dedicated to this task. Something I have observed is that at times of high emotion a human's judgement can become impaired. Be careful your anger does not cloud your judgement John."

John nodded absently, working to set up EOS with the memory and power she needed while thinking through all the tasks that EOS had taken on that he would now be taking back. He was fine, his anger was under control and it would stay that way.