Okay, so sorry this chapter's a little late - I've been so busy with midterm exams I totally forgot to upload! Anyway, hope you all enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter 6:

The Tracy's stared at the security image in horror, John recoiling slightly. Gordon swallowed again, seemingly wanting to say something but the words caught in his throat. Finally, after a number of agonising minutes, Scott spoke up:

"Well, that was certainly unexpected."

The image displayed a crumbling corridor; rubble blocked a couple of the doorways leading to the right and left of the hall. The ceiling looked like it had partially fallen in on itself and a light had broken, its bulb flashing eerily and sparks burst out of the breaking fuse and showered the floor. The dim remaining glow however illuminated the most horrifying part of the corridor: bodies of what can only be assumed as what was the present staff at the power station were littering the floor and propped against the wall. Blood strains crept along the walls, painting the grey concrete a rusty dark red.

"No wonder the heat signals kept disappearing," whispered John in horror as his eyes surveyed the image before them.

"Right," said Scott, entering Commander-mode "you two stay here - John, you shut this whole place down and make sure everything's safe and secure and contact Alan to get the police in. Gordon, keep surveying the security feed, see if you can find out what happened and call Dad and let him know what's going on."

"What are you going to do?" asked Gordon, turning to face his eldest brother with wide eyes.

"I'm going to go investigate, as well as heading over to the reactor to see if I can work out what the problem is, so stay on the line Johnny. I'll call Virgil too, let him know what's going on or he'll be pulling his hair out in worry."

"You can't go on your own!" cried Gordon, starting to get to his feet but a hand on his shoulder from Scott kept him down.

"Stop worrying Gords, I'll be fine. I'll call you if I need you, alright? Besides, John needs you more than I do - no offence, Johnny" replied Scott, glancing at his immediate younger brother who shook of his brother's comment about needing Gordon.

"People are dead down there Scott; we aren't sure who's done it, or if they're still down there!" insisted Gordon adamantly.

"I'll be fine, Fish, just call Dad and make sure the police are notified. Besides, you'll be able to follow me on the security feed, right? So just let me know if you see anything."

With that, Scott left the room leaving no room for further argument. Gordon's eyes followed Scott down the corridor on the screens, before looking to John with pleading eyes.

"Relax, Gords, this is Scott - he'll be absolutely fine. The faster we shut all this down and contact the police, the faster we can leave, right?" reassured John, softly.

Gordon glanced down and nodded before taking a deep breath.

"Alright, you contact Al; I'll get Dad, and get this over with - though I'm not looking forward to this conversation with Dad at all." replied Gordon, quickly pulling himself together to get on with the tasks at hand.

"Rather you than me," laughed John "though I'm probably going to have a hysterical Alan on my hands instead. For someone who can keep a totally clear head during car races, he sure loses it when it's anyone other than him involved in something dangerous."

"Like all teenage boys, Johnny, they think they're invincible." replied Gordon seriously.

John burst out laughing, "Honestly Gords, talking like that you'd think you were Dad's age!"

"Hey, I'm far more mature than Alan!" insisted Gordon.

"Oh yeah, of course, I forgot - though it wasn't Alan who tried to build a bridge out of furniture from their room to the kitchen and almost broke their leg in the process last week, if I remember rightly."

"The floor was made of lava, Johnny, obviously." responded Gordon, rolling his eyes as if it was completely normal of boys his age to refuse to touch the carpet because of "lava burns".

"Ah, obviously Gords, and that's what makes you so much more mature than our youngest sibling. And you'd never think you were invincible, would you? I mean, you were completely aware of the risks when trying to create your own set of stairs out of the rest of our bedside tables which were balancing very precariously on top of one another."

"One hundred percent," replied Gordon, laughing despite himself.

John grinned in response, but soon settled back down to shutting down all of the systems in the power station. Whilst he was finding it difficult to shut the image of the men lying lifeless in the corridor, he was grateful he had something to do to take his mind of it, and he certainly wasn't jealous of Gordon at this time who was having to look at the corridor every time his eyes glanced over that particular security feed.

The two brothers worked silently for the next half an hour, only talking to speak with their brother up on Thunderbird Five, or with their father back at base. Alan had confirmed that he'd contacted the local police department of what they had discovered at the power station and that they were en route, though Alan had also disclosed that they were miles from civilisation, and many of the roads were blocked by heavy snowfall, meaning that help might not arrive for hours. Promising Alan that they would be fine, the brothers continued to secure and shut down the area, keeping a close eye on their eldest brother who was fast approaching the corridor which closely resembled a scene from a horror film.

Gordon had been checking the security footage before deciding to check in with Scott on audio only - he didn't want to see that corridor any closer - as he finally reached the marred corridor.

"How's it all looking, Scotty?"

"Morbid, smells gross too." came the reply from the Field Commander as Gordon watched him step back from the bodies.

"Anyone left alive?"

"Nope, but clean-ish deaths I suppose. No trace of anyone being here to do it though, but I'll investigate further."

Just as Gordon was about to reply, the camera feed which showed Scott in the corridor suddenly turned black, as did a number of other ones. Gordon let out a yell in panic, looking for a way to get the footage back up.

"Scott! Scott, do you read me?" demanded the younger Tracy in panic.

Gordon heard his brother breathe in, as if to reply, on the other end of the line but rather than words coming out, a grunt and a thud answered him instead, and the line went dead.

"What? What is it?" demanded John, who had almost jumped out of his seat in fright as his sibling's yell had shattered the quiet murmur they'd been working in.

"I've lost cameras!" the younger of the two cried "I can't see Scott anymore, plus the line's gone dead!"

"What do you mean?"

"Look - the camera that was recording Scott has just gone blank, as has several others, including the room which holds the reactor! I was just talking to him as the cameras turned off, and his reply was just this grunt."

"Did you see anyone around? Anyone who was taking out the cameras?" asked John more urgently.

"Not a single person! Well, apart from the bodies that Scott was just about to reach, but that screen's gone blank too..." replied Gordon, sounding panicked.

John lifted his wrist and opened the communication to Scott's watch:

"Come in, Scott. Can you hear us, Scott?"

The only answer he got was static and the screen remained blank. He looked at Gordon, who shrugged, worry clear in his eyes. Swallowing, John changed the communication line to their space bound brother:

"Come in, Alan,"

"Reading you, John, how is it down there?" replied Alan, answering immediately.

"Can you get through to Scott for me? I can't get him to answer."

"F.A.B." replied Alan, and John waited as Alan busied himself with opening a line to their eldest brother. Frowning, Alan turned back to John.

"His watch is still on, but I can't get a reply from him. Can't you see him on the security cameras?"

"That's the problem, Sprout," replied John worriedly, "the cameras seem to have been turned off, or have broken; almost half of them have gone black and we've lost sight of Scott. What's more is that Gordon's transmission with him just ended abruptly - he sounds like he's in trouble."

Alan bit his lip, his brow furrowed as he exchanged looks with his immediate older brother who had slid into view.

"Okay... I'll call Dad and let him know then we'll work on getting the cameras back up and getting through to Scott. I'll call you back in 5." said Alan.

"F.A.B. Sprout, we'll let you know if there's any news." nodded John before the connection ended and he turned to Gordon.

"I should go look for him." said Gordon immediately.

"No way - I need you here with me in case the footage comes back. Wait until Alan calls back, and then we'll decide what to do. Try and get the cameras working again. I'm sure Scott'll be fine, he's probably just busy at the moment or he tripped over something... he might not have been concentrating on what he was doing."

Gordon nodded, but he couldn't shake the foreboding feeling that something awful had happened from the back of his mind. Turning back to the cameras, he began to work through override codes, praying that nothing had happened to their eldest brother.

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