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hetaologist · 23 days

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APH America "Ethnography" and Headcanons (SFW)

The United States of America, Alfred F. Jones, Mr. Stars and Stripes, 'Merica, Pretty Boy, um... or just simply America.

Here is a list of data I have gathered from this country and oh boy, what an interesting specimen we have here....

Ethnography

You will find this find this mythological creature at your local Walmart superstore during the evening hours on a weekday, sporting flannel loungewear pants (The plaid kind), a cotton t-shirt that definitely has been worn no less than two (2) times, Old Navy $1 flip flops, and a gray jacket.

When asked about his late night runs to the popular supermarket chain, his answer is just simply:

"There's nothing else to do and no where to go."

America's Cart Inventory for March 22nd:

One (1) package of "Mega Stuf Chocolate Oreos" for $5.97, One (1) 6-Pack of "Starbucks Frappuccino Chilled Coffee Drinks" in Caramel Flavor for $7.98, One (1) Family Sized Bag of "Flaming Hot Cheetos" for $5.94, One (1) "Furby Interactive Toy" for $39.19, and One (1) Stick of " Axe Apollo Men's Deodorant Stick" for $4.97. Total of purchase was $64.05 before tax.

When questioned about the "Furby Interactive Toy", he replies:

"Yeah dude, there's this thing I wanna make that's called a "Long Furby". Wanna come by my place and check it out?"

I agreed to the invination as it would give me a better look into his living space and lifestyle. He's very friendly person.

Living Space (Home):

Oh dear god, why did I agree to come here?

House is a what you would expect from a typical American college student such as:

"Saturdays Are For The Boys" banner flag, Marvel and DC posters, a very unsettling looking blue leather couch that looks like it has been through hell and back, random dumbbells and untouched exercise equipment, every game console from the 1972 "The Magnavox Odyssey" to the PS5, action figures from various popular TV shows and comics, an old KFC bucket with half eaten chicken on the coffee table and a shelf with a huge vinyl record and CD collection.

Conclusion: What a fucking gross nerd.

America offers a cold can of Coca-Cola, I accept it.

He shows me a very long light blue "Long Furby" from his collection, further proving how much of a dork he was.

When asked what kind of music he liked (in regards to his music collection), he replies:

"That's hard to answer, it changes every week. Because of my diverse music, I pretty much like everything. One week I could be listening to 1980's classic rock, 2000's techno-pop, Bluegrass Country, 1990's Hip Hop or anything. But, if I had to give you this week's favorite artist, it would have to be Taylor Swift and Doja Cat."

"Interesting..." I replied.

I have recorded enough data for today (the smell was bothering me) and left his home to do further extensive research.

Headcanons:

America has a deep love for cars and trucks, he can be seen working on his vintage 1968 Dodge Charger R/T called 'Thunderbird' (an absolute speed demon that can reach at top speeds of muthafuckin' 156 mph), and his enormous 2019 Ford F-150 'Big John' that he loves to drive to world meetings because he is a total stud muffin showoff.

Oh yeah, he defiantly modded 'Big John' horns with airblasters. So when he parks his car and he sees other nations come out of their vehicles, he pounds on that horn and scares the living shit out of them.

He totally does 2 am donuts in the Thunderbird the front of Walmart parking lots with his brother Canada to freak him out.

Other than seeing him work on his cars while listening to "Waking Up in Vegas by Katy Perry" on the radio, he's in his room sorting out his action figure and comic book collection.

Damn, what what a geek.

He has an eBay account where he buys, trades and auctions his collection as his interests constantly change.

If you think him being a geek, dork and a nerd is gonna save him from getting a basic ass Stanley cup, you're wrong.

He has a navy blue one that he takes to meetings and he would get dirty looks from the other nations.

"Goddamn it America, you do not need that much coffee."

"Fuck you, you scone sucking twink. It's not coffee, it's the Panera Super Charged Lemonade mixed with Redbull."

"I beg your fucking pardon..."

He gave Canada a red one for his birthday that he also takes with him to meetings.

"Canada, mon ami~. That better not be that merde American drinks that makes your heart explode."

"No, it's Tim Hortons iced coffee."

"Well.. that's better than what America drinks..."

#hetalia headcanons #hetalia axis powers #hetalia oc #hws #hetalia world stars #hetalia america #aph america

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chasingmidnights · 11 months

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Cage the Devil Series

Title: I Will Never Die

Summary: You find yourself questioning what exactly you’ve signed yourself up for; there’s been a lot more to this than you thought. You decide to take matters into your own hands.

Warnings: First up, 18+!!!! Minors go away!! p.i.v. sex; unprotected sex; female receiving foreplay; Lloyd Hansen (I feel like he deserves his own label); mentions of character death; mentions of arson; murder; some mild cursing; and I believe that’s everything. I apologize if I’ve missed anything but you are responsible for what you read. Also, this is not beta read, so any and all mistakes are my own. Fair warning, I’m still pretty new at writing smut so it might not be as good as some other writers. By clicking keep reading, you've accepted these warnings and have agreed to them.

A/N: The gold glitter divider is by @firefly-graphics and the mood was created by me!

Wordcount: 3,207

Time in Knockemstiff seemed to have slowed down dramatically for you. The aftermath of your mother’s death sent you into a downward spiral. Lee took some time off of work and did his best to be there for you. The funeral came and went, Reverend Teagardin did a fine job at it and people gave their condolences. One warm afternoon, you found yourself standing in the entryway of your childhood home. You couldn’t help but notice how different it felt. A place that once held love and happiness now felt cold and desolate. Things were packed up, at least what you were taking with you to Lee’s and the furniture was covered in white linen. You let out a small sigh as Lee approached you and stood next to you, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him.

“Movers got the last of it, doll.” Lee said softly as he gave you a gentle squeeze. “No rush though, take all the time you need.”

Lee took a moment to glance over at you and he could see the sadness that still claimed your beautiful face. Lee was furious for you, he had a hunch on who was behind this but he didn’t have any proof. He couldn’t help but feel useless, he knew the best thing right now would be to be there for you but he wanted to do more and to take action. He was determined to make sure you got the justice that you deserved. Lee was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard your voice.

“I’m sorry, what was that doll?” Lee cleared his throat as he turned his full attention to you.

“Do you mind if we stop by the church?” You looked up at Lee with round eyes, your voice had a certain determination to it that Lee couldn’t quite place.

Lee arched an eyebrow up at you, you’d been doing that a lot lately, requesting to go to church. He wasn’t sure what you were seeking but he figured it didn’t hurt, especially if it helped you. “Of course, doll.”

A few minutes later, Lee was pulling up in front of the old church. The windshield wipers squeaked as they moved across the windshield and his Thunderbird rumbled that almost matched the thunder outside. On the way to the church, it had started to rain and you couldn’t help but feel how fitting it was. A small smile creeped onto your lips as you looked out the window and at the graveyard that was placed next to the small church. Lee’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you turned to look at him.

“Did you want me to go in with you, doll?”

“No, that’s okay honey, I shouldn’t be too long.” You gave him a small smile, doing your best to try and reassure him.

You leaned over and pressed your lips against his stubbled cheek. You then got out of his car and sprinted towards the church. When you got inside, you shook off the rain that had gotten on you and glanced around the one room church. You were thankful to see that Reverend Teagardin was nowhere in sight, you really didn’t feel like talking to anyone. You walked over to the votive stand and lit one of the long matches with a flame from one of the previously lit candles. Taking a moment, you said a small prayer before lighting three votives. When you were done, you paused for a moment before you lit a fourth candle.

“And one for myself. Forgive me Lord, but I must do what I have to.”

You then blew out the match and placed it back on the stand. A tear rolled down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away. You took a deep breath before you decided to head back out to Lee. When you got back into Lee’s car, you shook off the rain once more and as you did so, you felt his eyes lingering on you. You turned to face him and gave him a small nod, you knew that was all he needed for him to head home. The drive home was silent as you held Lee’s hand, you were so thankful for how much he’s been that for you. Once the two of you were home, he opened the front door for you and as he did, he spoke up.

“Doll, I’m not sure if this is the right time for this or not but there’s something that I gotta show ya.”

You could hear the slight nervousness in his voice, causing you to scrunch up your face in curiosity. “What is it honey?”

“Come on, follow me to the office.” Lee held out his hand for you to take, which you took without any hesitation.

You let Lee lead you to his office and when you got there, you followed him over to his desk. You tilted your head at all of the various file folders and you wondered where Lee was going with this. Lee sat down in his large, office chair before he pulled you down onto his lap. He leaned forward a little bit and grabbed one of the folders, that’s when you saw it. Your father’s name was written on the front of the folder and you turned your attention towards Lee.

“What is this?” Your voice wavered slightly as you spoke.

Lee held you close as he explained everything. “Proof that Jones is a lyin’, no good, son of a bitch that deserves what’s comin’ to him. Doll, I buried myself deep into these files and found no trace of any kind of hidden conspiracy behind your father’s death. I even had Barnes take a look at these files and he came to the same conclusion. Jones played you sweetheart, and I’m so sorry I put you through all of that.”

Lee let out a heavy sigh as a single tear rolled down your cheek. You couldn’t believe how easily you were manipulated into all of this. Lee cupped your cheek and he wiped the tear away with his thick thumb. You found yourself leaning into his hand, comforted by his touch. You closed your eyes as you tried to wrap your mind around all of this new information. Lee’s voice brought you back to reality, a hint of nervousness laced within it.

“I know I haven’t exactly shown it or expressed it much, but I hope ya know that I love you, doll. And I want you to know that I’m gonna make sure Jones pays for what he’s done to ya.” Lee had started to caress your cheek with his thumb as he stared into your eyes.

Lee could feel himself begin to sweat as he waited for you to say anything. Your lips started to curl up into a smile before you finally spoke.

“I love you too Lee Bodecker.”

Lee instantly crashed his lips into yours, his tongue intruded your mouth and you happily accepted it as you started to twirl your tongue around his. You wrapped your arms around his neck when he started to stand up and one of his strong arms held onto your waist, keeping you secure. Lee swiped everything off of his desk with his free arm, sending it all to the floor. The two of you worked quickly to remove each other’s clothes, only pulling apart when you needed to or when you needed air. You started to unbutton Lee’s shirt when he lifted you onto his desk, he held onto your waist and he started to plant kisses all up and down your neck. It was hard to focus when he began to lick and nip at your neck, a few moans slipped out of you as he continued pleasing you.

“Lee, I need to feel you, now, please.” Your voice was breathy and filled with need; you could care less though, you were with the man you loved.

Lee pulled back for a moment as he looked into your eyes, a smile formed on his lips, he couldn’t remember the last time he was this genuinely happy with someone. “As you wish.”

Lee already had you out of your dress and you were sitting there before him, bare and looking like a goddess to him. He could feel his cock twitching at just the mere sight of you. THe way you were looking at him right now made his heart beat faster in a way that made him think that it would beat out of his chest. He couldn’t help himself as he pulled you in for another kiss, a kiss filled with tongue, teeth, and passion. When he pulled apart, he made quick work of his pants and belt to free his already leaking, hard cock. Lee adjusted you on his desk so that it would be easy for him to enter inside of you. The both of you groaned when the tip of his cock breached your already weeping cunt. You tossed your head back, the moment Lee started to thrust into you, slowly at first before he started to build up momentum. Moans and grunts filled the office as the two of you made love to one another on his desk. You held onto Lee as if your life depended on it, one hand dug into his shoulder as the other gripped onto the nape of his neck. You buried your face into the crook of his neck as he continued to pound into you and you knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Lee,” You panted, you needed to cum and to be frank, you didn’t care how desperate you sounded.

Lee doubled his efforts to get you to your release and started to rub quick circles onto your clit with his thumb. An animalistic growl escaped Lee as he felt you clench around and he knew then that he wasn’t going to last much longer. When your body went limp around him, he knew you had reached your climax and he continued to fuck you through it. You continued to moan as he kept thrusting into you, searching for his own release. He could tell it was close when his hips started to falter and with a final grunt, he spilled his seed deep inside of you. Lee rested his head against yours as he tried to catch his breath. The two of you stayed like that a while, not a single care was given about what was happening in the outside world. All that mattered right now were you and Lee.

You winced slightly when Lee started to pull out of you and you could feel him beginning to leak out of you, but you didn’t care. A small whimper escaped you as you felt how empty you were without him. Lee let out a light chuckle as he caressed your face, a dopey smile curled up on both of your faces. In a swift movement, Lee had scooped you up into his arms and was holding you bridal style. He gave you a soft kiss on the cheek before he carried you to the bedroom. He gently laid you down on the bed and joined you shortly after.

While the two of you slumbered, Ronald Russo was outside of the Tecumseh Bar. He held a cigar in between his teeth as he emptied a can of gasoline alongside the building. Once the can was empty, he tossed it to the side, along with the others. He took a moment to take a proper drag off of his cigar, letting the smoke fill his lungs before exhaling it. As he took another drag off of his cigar, he dug in the pocket of his trench coat and pulled out a lighter. He flicked open the lid before he lit it with his gloved hand and he tossed the lighter onto the gasoline. Within minutes the Tecumseh Bar was starting to catch fire. Ronald took a step back as he admired his handy work. Just as he was taking another drag off of his cigar, people started to pour out of the bar. Ronald popped the collar of his coat and just as he was about to turn and walk away, he was spotted by Gatsby.

Gatsby narrowed his eyes in the direction of Russo and took a few steps forward. “Hey, you!”

Ronald didn’t listen though, he took off running into the dark night. Jay was about to go after him but decided it was best to stay and help get these people to safety.

You and Lee were startled awake by Lee’s radio, causing you to groan when he reached over to answer it. You rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, blocking out whatever he was dealing with over the radio. Lee had taught you a few codes, some of the more important ones but you were too tired to pay attention right now. It wasn’t until Lee cursed and slammed the receiver down did you roll back over to face Lee. You slowly sat up as you arched an eyebrow and gently put a hand on his shoulder.

“Lee, honey, what is it?”

Lee let out a heavy sigh before he spoke. “Someone set the Tecumseh Bar on fire.”

A gasp escaped you and your jaw dropped, you had a feeling who was behind this, you’d be very surprised if it was someone else. “Oh my god, was anyone hurt?”

Lee ran a hand down his face as he sat on the edge of the bed, still naked. “No, thankfully everyone got out unharmed.” Lee paused before he stood up. “Look, I’m sorry, doll, but I gotta go deal with this mess. Will you be alright for a while? I’m not sure when I’ll be back.”

You climbed out of the bed to stand in front of Lee, you held the sheets to your chest as you cupped Lee’s cheek. “Of course. You go do what you have to, I’ll be fine on my own while you’re gone.”

A small smile curled up onto your lips when Lee leaned into your hand. He gave the palm of your hand a chaste kiss before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was over before you had a chance to really sink into it and enjoy it further. Lee pulled apart first and when he did, you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper, causing Lee to chuckle. You felt him press a soft kiss to your forehead before he slipped away to get himself ready to leave. You sat on the edge of the bed and couldn’t help but think how tonight was the night you would get your revenge, at least some of it. The timing of the fire couldn’t have been more perfect.

When Lee left, you decided to freshen up with a steaming hot shower. You thought through how you were going to execute this plan. You needed to find a way to get Lloyd alone, you were sure he wouldn’t need much convincing and that would be his downfall. By the time you had somewhat of a plan made, the water had turned lukewarm. You dried off your body with a towel before slipping into a slick, black dress that showed off your curves perfectly. You took your time to get ready by doing your makeup and curling your hair, just how you wanted it. When you felt like you were ready, you slipped on a pair of black pumps and made your way to Lee’s office. You rifled through Lee’s things before you found what you were looking for, you glanced between the piece of paper and the phone as you dialed the number.

“What is it Lee?”

You had to take a deep breath when you heard Lloyd’s voice. “This isn’t Lee.”

A shiver ran down your spine as you could practically hear the smile in Lloyd’s voice as he spoke again.

“Ah, kitten, this is an unexpected surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure of this late night call?”

You wanted to throw up right then and there, but somehow, you managed to hold it down. “Meet me at 1202 Pine Street, you have half an hour.”

Before Lloyd could say anything else, you hung up the phone. You could feel vile beginning to rise up in your throat but you forced it down. You took a deep breath to try and help calm your nerves but it barely did a thing. After a moment, you glanced around Lee’s office when you remembered Lee kept a gun under his desk. You reached under it and found it almost immediately, you pulled it out and examined it. As you held the gun, you remembered going to the range a few times with your dad when you were younger but it’s been a long time since you shot a gun. Before handling it further, you double checked the safety then stuffed it into your purse.

When you got to your former childhood home, you could see an unfamiliar car parked out front. You only assumed that it was Lloyd’s as you pulled up and parked behind it. His car was empty, which must mean that he was already inside the house. You took a deep breath before you shut off your car and headed inside. Just as your hand was reaching for the doorknob, a moment of hesitation washed over you. You could turn around and walk away from this right now, it wasn’t too late. You instantly shook the thoughts of doubt from your head and pulled out the gun from your purse. Tossing the purse to the side, you took the safety off of the gun before opening the door and walked inside. Once inside, you aimed your gun at the man standing in front of you, who had his back facing you. When the front door clicked shut, Lloyd turned around with a smug smirk curled up onto the corner of his mouth. He rolled the toothpick around with his tongue as he eyed you up and down.

“Come on sweetheart, put that thing down before you hurt yourself.” He smoothed out his mustache before he took a few steps forward. “You’re not actually going to-”

You didn’t even blink when you shot off two rounds straight into his chest and abdomen. You watched as Lloyd put a hand to one of his wounds and when he removed it, it was covered in blood. Lloyd then collapsed with a loud thud onto the floor. After a few moments, you walked over to Lloyd as he started to make groaning sounds and moving a little bit. As you stared down at him, you felt no pity for him as he reached out a hand towards you. Once more, you aimed the gun at him and shot off a couple more rounds into his chest. His arm went limp as he took his last breath and blood was pooling out of his body. You took a step back as you stared at his lifeless body.

#cage the devil series #the devil all the time au #multi fandom au #sheriff lee bodecker series #lee bodecker series #lee bodecker x reader #sheriff bodecker x reader #sebastian stan characters #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fandom #lee bodecker fanfiction #sheriff lee bodecker fanfiction #chris evans characters #chris evans #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen the gray man

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gumnut-logic · 1 year

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Okay, I’m possibly nuts, actually, probably nuts, but I’ve been looking for a way to activate my art a bit more. I can draw, paint, whatever and I have a studio full of glorious equipment that is barely getting used.

I had thought to start a sketch book, but the problem with that is that not all my media can be supported in a sketch book and plus I am horribly hard to tie down into one thing (you may have noticed).

I was pondering away and it occurred to me that the one thing that links all my art and craft media is colour. This combined with the fact that I have a pile of beads lined up on my desk in colour combos waiting for me to action something with them. They are like mini palettes.

So what if I come up with a small combination of colours every week and do whatever with those colours?

I know I’m not the first to have this brain wave, but it struck me today as something I could do, so I’m doing it. Initially for the month of February (alongside FabFiveFeb, which I’m also prepping) and see what happens. It may fizzle into nothing due to being back at work :( but at the very least I’ll end up with a little bit of creative stuff done?

So I’m slapping it here, in case anyone would like to join in.

Outline

I will post a small palette of colours, probably on the Sunday (except for Week One which is down below).

Take the colours, which will not be precise, because I’m too lazy to get out my Pantone swatches, and colour matching sucks across monitors and printers and yeah, it’s a graphic design nightmare. So take the approximate colours and do something with with them. Art, craft, traditional, digital, performance, big, small, using all the colours, one of the colours, a derivative of the colours, fanworks or not fanworks, whatever works. I know, getting the creative brain to produce anything is a pain in many body parts. And writers, if this floats your boat, grab it and let’s go sailing :D

Post it to your blog (or not, but I’d love to see it anyway) and tag with #nuttypalette (the whole challenge title is too long and it abbreviates to npc which while I love Ryan Reynolds, isn’t really what I’m looking for :D )

Week One

Here we go.

This week’s palette I stole from my macrame stash. These colours went zing after hunting through my pile of cords and I’ve started a five-weave macrame bracelet with them. But I also have other ideas, so let’s see what happens :D

When I had to slap together the logo above I figured this was the colour set this week, so I used it.

So if you would like to join in, have at it. Write, draw, paint, craft, scribble, whatever works :D

It should also be noted that I’m definitely going to include some of the Thunderbirds colours along the way cos I can’t help myself.

Wanna play?

Nutty

(let’s see if it works at all)

#nuttypalette #nuttyart #nuttybeads #art #art challenge #art prompts #writing prompts #prompts

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tinytracys · 1 month

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Now THIS is a reasonably sized mug…

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #tiny tracys #thunderbirds action figures #virgil tracy #coffee #awesome mug from Brian Gordon’s Fowl Language store

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drmopp1966 · 3 months

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i don’t think i ever shared TB3’s hat with the class

very cozy ☺️

#alan spent the entire afternoon trying to get it up there #alan tracy #thunderbird 3 #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds action figures #supermarionation #gerry anderson

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idontknowreallywhy · 9 months

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Virgil and Brains are living their best lives at the railway museum

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #virgil tracy #tiny tracys #thunderbirds action figures #brains (thunderbirds)#railway museum #Welsh heritage railway

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hebuiltfive · 11 months

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The Alaskan Train Crash: Alaska.

It's just another average day at International Rescue.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Additional Tags: Artist!Virgil, Post season three, slight AU, Mentions of hospitals, Mentions of Blood, description of train crash, Light Angst Series: Part 1 of The Long Game Summary: It's just another average day at International Rescue.

Notes: We're getting into the thick of the action (for this part anyway)! Not a lot really happens,. Sorry it's a shorter chapter than the last, but I had to begrudgingly make it a separate chapter so the next one didn't seem so chunky. We'll call it a filler chapter.

Read it below or on AO3 here.

By the time Virgil and Jeff arrived, Scott and Brains had already taken seats in the sunken round area of the lounge. Alan and Gordon had long since put their game away and they too were now sitting. Worried faces filled the room. Hovering over the central table was a blue hologrammatic scheme of what looked to be a freight train. Beside it, hovered the image of John from Thunderbird Five. All eyes were fixed on them.

Jeff took his seat at his desk whilst Virgil joined Scott on one of the couches. “What’s going on, John?” Their father asked, voice full of authority. Some days it had felt like he’d never left.

“Derailment in the Northern Alaska region.” John replied. “A freight train crashed around an hour ago. Initial research showed it belonged to the GDF. I can’t get a reading of anything on board.”

“Crew?” Scott asked.

“Three, apparently. Initial scans I made after I received the call showed none, but the woman confirmed two unconscious alongside herself. She was…” John uncharacteristically trailed off.

“John?”

“Let’s just say that ‘distressed’ is a mild term for how she sounded. Whatever you guys do, I suggest you be as gentle as possible.”

“You can update us as we fly.” Scott said as stood from his seat. “Gordon, you go with Virgil. Alan, stay here with Brains. Try and see if you can find something in the schematics that could have warranted a crash. I’m sure the GDF will want to know where the fault lies.”

“I’ll try and get in contact with Casey. If she doesn’t already know about this, I have a feeling she’ll want to.” Jeff added.

“FAB.” Scott nodded toward his father as he pressed his back up against the wall, hands rising to hold the light fixtures. Jeff watched from behind his desk as the three boys launched into action.

Debris littered for miles. The devastation was worse in person than what the scans had shown. Scott had flown Thunderbird One at top speed to arrive as quickly as he could. Once he arrived, he performed a quick fly-by. Only then did the realisation of the extent of the crash sink in. With the whole thing buckled and broken, he was surprised that anyone had even survived the wreck. It looked a mess. Having plowed into solid mounds of snow that had been gathered on the sides of the tracks, he figured the train must have been going at some speed when it had derailed.

“Brains, what speed was this thing travelling at?” Scott asked when he’d opened up a comms link between himself, base and Thunderbird Two.

“It’s impossible to tell without d-data.” International Rescue’s engineer, one of the best in the world, replied hesitantly. Scott could practically hear the cogs of Brains’s brain working, trying to find a suitable answer with the data that had been presented. “This isn’t a vehicle I’m f-fam-familiar with.”

“The GDF rarely use freight trains to haul their stuff around.” Virgil added from his ship that was still flying to the danger zone. “Planes are much more convenient and efficient, not to mention safer.”

“So that begs the question as to what was so special about this stuff that warranted them going the old-fashioned route?” Scott mused, mostly to himself.

“That still doesn’t answer how the crash happened.” Gordon chimed in from the co-pilot’s seat of Two. “The GDF are sticklers when it comes to safety.”

“Maybe it was sabotage?” Alan suggested.

The word sabotage never sat well with Scott. Too often was that word linked with their arch-nemesis. One would have thought that after the stunt the Hood had pulled in their mission to retrieve their father from space, and his subsequent arrest, Scott shouldn’t have been so worried about him being a possible factor. However, the news Captain Wayne Rigby had broken to Kayo about The Hood’s breakout from prison a few months back meant that it was again possible for the The Hood to have been the cause. No-one knew how he’d managed to get out of such a high-security holding cell, and Rigby had taken the blow personally. It had taken Kayo weeks to convince him not to quit over it. Since then, the GDF had pulled out all the stops in trying to relocate the criminal, with no success. Despite Casey’s constant reassurance that they’d soon catch him again, the mere fact that The Hood was out there left Scott feeling weighed down. Thoughts over the possibility of him being involved were now swirling around his mind. It was instinct. He couldn’t help it.

No, that was no good. He had to adopt Brains’s logic; no evidence, no proof, no conclusion. Scott couldn’t allow himself to get distracted by possibilities. Right now, there was only one thing he knew for certain; there were people down there who needed his help. “I’m gonna to jetpack down, see if I can find our caller and take it from there when Virgil and Gordon arrive.”

“Be careful, Scott.” Jeff’s voice, Scott noticed, was laced with concern more than command. Perhaps Scott wasn’t the only one who was worrying over possible causes.

It took them almost an extra half an hour to reach the danger zone, but eventually the roar of Thunderbird Two’s engines echoed through the snowy gorge as it came into view over the wreckage. It hovered over the site, Virgil performing his own fly-by to assess the damage, before the ship came in to land next to her sister. The powerful VTOL engines were enough to make the ice on the mountains shake.

Scott’s voice came through the comms in a shaky laugh of his own. “Careful, Virgil. We don’t want to cause an avalanche too.”

“An avalanche?” The unfamiliar voice came from behind Scott on the comms. The woman, panicked and afraid, began to hyperventilate. “Please. Please! God, I don’t want to die here. Please, help me! Please!”

Gordon’s brows creased with worry as the woman’s pleas echoed through the cockpit of Two. “I take it you found our caller.”

The brothers in the green behemoth exchanged worried glances. John hadn’t been wrong about her being distressed.

“Remember what we said, Barbara.” Scott was clearly talking to the trapped woman now, his hologram that hovered over the instruments in Two showing him turned to his side. “Breathe in and breathe out. Try to stay calm.” Scott emulated the breathing with her for a few minutes, and only when he was convinced she was calm again, did he turn back to his brothers. “We need to get them out of her ASAP. Virgil, I need you and your heavy-lifting talents down here now.”

“I’m on my way.” Virgil unbuckled himself from the pilot’s seat. He turned to his co-pilot as he began his descent into the depths of his ship. “Gordon, stand by. We may need you if the snow does decide it wants to come down and join the party.”

“FAB.” Gordon replied, already assessing the virtual scans of the scene that John had sent down from Thunderbird Five. They were all in for a long night.

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