On the wrong path part 1

Part: 1/ ?

genre: sifi, drama ,action

age warning: advisable up to16 years

On the wrong path

Scott walked towards his office, before slowly opening the door and entering the dark room. He dropped himself into his chair and  grabbed the bottle of scotch on his desk. He poured some of the scotch into a glass with ice.

Taking a small sip looked the oldest Tracy brother out of the window. ‘This could have gone really wrong.’ He thought to know that this has almost cost the lives of his younger brothers.

Scott’s eyes fell onto the glass in his hand. One life was already taken by that bald maniac. One of whom he could barely remember the voice.

His eyes narrowed. This was enough. No more life will get spilled by the hood.

‘I will end this madness, and I exactly know what I have to do.’ Scott threw his head back, emptying the glass of scotch with one swallow. He smashed it down to the table and got up in one movement.

He swung the office door open and walked like a soldier with the end of the war in sight. The dark haired man growled and changed into his suit.

Scott stopped for a moment when hearing Brains pass the hallway next to him. His hand slowly pulled up the sip. Hoping that Brains wouldn’t notice him.

‘Why are you so slow today brains’, the man thought, before sneaking past him, to thunderbirds one. He checked the large rocket plain over. ‘all good and ready for the start’. He set down in the cockpit, before waiting that brains were out of the hangers.

Thunderbirds one moved towards its launch pad, slowly making the pool close.

Gordon blinked before quickly climbing out of the pool. ,, HOLY BANANA”S WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME THAT THUNDERBIRD ONE IS OFF FOR A RESCUE”, Gordon screamed as he threw himself into the kitchen.

All he could see was the large grey cloud raise up into the clouds, and the garden chairs flying over the borders of the pool.

Virgil stared in shock and helped his younger brother up. ,, I don’t think that there Is a rescue… John hasn’t said a word since this morning.”, Virgil frowned.

,, I doubt that Scott would take thunderbird one for a silly joy ride… that’s something I would do with the toy models”, Gordon rubbed his back. ,, I was just in time or I would have ended like one of our garden chairs…”

Virgil placed his hand on his broken arm and rose an eyebrow. ,, Something is very off if you ask me. We should contact Scott and see what’s going on.”Virgil suggested as he led the way to the living room area.

He opened a call to thunderbird one, but there was no response. ,, This is really odd.” The second oldest frowned at the blue holo-screen.

Gordon took his personal com and tried to call Scott with it though it was without use. ,, Maybe the com’s don’t work…”

,, That can’t be. Whole international rescue would go down with that. Besides Brains just updated the communication system.”, Virgil set down with a twisted feeling in his stomach pit.

Thunderbird one flew like a spear through the air. Squeezing it until it broke through the sound barea. His hand’s curled tightly around the steering modules of the rocket plane.

Scott glared at his destination, ending all incoming calls as he flew straight forward to the hoods hideout. Something that Scott was lucky enough to find out by looking through old GDF files.

Thunderbird one landed at a free area.

The dark haired man jumped out of it, and landed on his feet.  Scott rushed through the bushes, keeping his posture low, as he inspected the highly secured area.

This wouldn’t be more than a simple drop off.  Scott watched the guards walk past him, before taking a large stone and knocking them out with it. He looked down to them. He grew silent as he watched the blood run down their heads.

Scott dropped the stone down to his feet and took a few steps away. ‘ This was too hard…I did not mean to hit that hard…’ Scott shook his head and jumped into one of the free bushes. ‘I can’t get distracted by this now… ‘ He let out a shaky breath and quietly opens one of the ventilation shafts close to him.

He pushed himself forward and crawled through the wind shaft. His hands stabilizing him as he closed his eyes to pause and clear his mind.

His eyes flew open. The hood! There he was right beneath him. This was his chance.

Scott kicked the vent window open and dropped down to the ground. He snatched the bottle on his desk, feeling the thick glass in his hands brought Scott the object with force down to the bald head of the hood.

The older man crashed down to the ground blood spilling from the large wound…

Scott blinked. ‘Cables? ‘ He gasped ‘ this was a robot! He murdered a hood Rob~!’

The oldest Tracy turned around a needle sticking in his arm, as someone walked up to him while clapping their hands. Scott gasped for air before crashing down to the floor.

,, Now I have thunderbird one and the Tracy belonging to it. But I have another use for you Scott. You will soon see things my way. But first, You are you going to have to Die”, the hood grinned pushing a knife deep into Scott’s chest. ,, Oh don’t take it personally, but you have something that is mine, so I take what is yours. Haha, that is only fair isn’t it?”