Okay so here's chapter 7! Hope you all enjoy and let me know what you thought in the reviews!

baao xo

Chapter 7:

Walking through the dingy corridors, Scott couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding creeping into his mind. He saw no signs of life as he continued to make his way to heart of the power station though he often felt the presence of someone, or something, watching him that most definitely wasn't Gordon perched behind the screens of the security cameras.

Picking his way through an almost completely destroyed corridor, Scott found himself thinking over what Virgil had told him through the comms; the men had also reported feelings of unease and a sense of being watched, though no evidence to prove it, which were feelings similar to what Scott was feeling at the present time. He had patched himself through to Virgil almost as soon as he'd left the control room, and Virgil had promised to look more into the strange feelings surrounding the Minnesotan station but not before making Scott promise to contact him if anything else unusual popped up.

Before Scott knew it, he'd reached the corridor which contained the bodies of the deceased workers. Bending down, he did a quick check to see if any of the staff were still alive, though unfortunately most seemed to have been killed with a bullet to the back of the skull. The only plus side was that their deaths would've been quick and painless, something Scott couldn't help but feel grateful for.

Standing back from the corpses, Scott did a rough count to see how many men were laid there, and the result was far smaller than what Scott would've expected. Whilst Virgil had suggested that many men had left their jobs once the feelings of uneasiness had increased around the station, it was still shocking to see how few remained. Something had seriously freaked the men out, and Scott was determined to find out what.

His watch suddenly flickered into life, and Gordon's voice cut through the silent air:

"How's it all looking, Scotty?"

"Morbid, smells gross too." replied Scott distractedly as he took a further step back from the workers.

"Anyone left alive?" questioned Gordon, who Scott noticed was on audio only which was surprising. After being with WASP, Scott would've assumed that his aquanaut of a brother was more used to seeing death.

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

Suddenly, there was a sound of crumbling rock and rapid footsteps behind him. Before he could turn to see what was approaching from the corridor he had just come from, he felt a heavy weight slam into the side of his head and he let out a pained grunt as he crashed to the floor, clinging onto to consciousness for mere seconds, but just enough to see some black men's shoes step into his blurring vision. Before he could think any more of it, blackness clouded his mind and he succumbed to the dark void of unconsciousness.

Stress was not a feeling that Jeff Tracy was unaccustomed to - being in charge of International Rescue, the most secretive yet famous organisation in the world, as well as the owner of one of the largest companies in the world meant that Jeff was frequently found pacing his office with a coffee in hand and almost pulling his hair out because of the frustrating feeling that was stress. Probably the biggest causes for stress were the five sons that made up the Tracy family - even through school, the boys managed to make life difficult for Jeff. Not deliberately, but a lack of common sense often led to their father being called to their school and explaining to each one that blowing up the science lab in the process of creating a rocket to impress their eldest brother was not a good idea, nor was trying to get out of P.E. by explaining that dodge-ball was in no way helpful to the human race's survival, or for their good looks.

Intentional or not, the five Tracy sons often managed to cause their father to almost have a nervous breakdown on multiple occasions, and these just increased in number since the creation of International Rescue. This particular rescue had not had any events that were totally out of the ordinary for IR; a son would frequently go 'missing' on rescues, only to pop up again at the end. However, Jeff couldn't help but feel unsettled by his other sons' panic about the whereabouts of their eldest brother. Alan had just signed off another feed with him, expressing his worry about Scott as well as his concern for the remaining two brothers in the building. Virgil had been composed as usual, but he couldn't completely hide the worry in his eyes as he reported to his father what he had discovered in his research in New York City.

Sighing, Jeff ran a hand over his eyes. He couldn't wait for Scott to turn up again and for this rescue to be over. He was trying to convince himself that his eldest son would turn up again, explaining to his brothers that the signal had cut out or that he'd accidentally turned off the lights in the corridors, but there was something telling him that there was something far more sinister at play, and Jeff wasn't sure that he wanted to find out what.

Sorry for the short chapter there, it sort of repeated itself too but hopefully you'll enjoy the next chapter more!