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Virgil pov (Movie-verse)
Thunderbird Two flew over the coast of Europe, heading towards a laboratory fire that had erupted early this morning (but because of time zones, it was the afternoon for them). No one knew what had caused it or who had started it, but the Thunderbirds had been called in to assist with the rescue.
Gordon had joked that they should keep an eye out for Alan, seeing as their kid brother was known for starting laboratory fires. Virgil had chuckled, imagining the outrage on Alan’s face if he had heard that…
As it was, there was no way Alan was in that building. But it was a good joke.
“Thunderbird Two to Thunderbird One, we’re almost at the rescue site now.” Dad reported over the intercoms, sitting next to him in the co-pilot seat, “what’s the situation like down there, Scott?”
“The local rescue teams have gotten most of the people out, but there are still people trapped inside…” Scott reported from mobile control in perfect military fashion, “The firefighters don’t have the equipment to go any farther…”
“Then it’s up to us then…” Dad sighed, turning to look at him and Gordon. “Gordon, you will be in the firefly, Virgil you will follow on foot and funnel any survivors out to Scott, while I man mobile control, understand?”
“FAB!”
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Virgil wiped his brow as he handed off a slightly lightheaded, but otherwise conscious survivor to Scott. “How many more people are still left inside, sir?” he questioned over the comms, heading back inside the smoke-filled building.
“There are still two more people unaccounted for, Virgil…” Dad replied, his voice firm and steady. “They were last seen in the far left of the facility but be careful, the firefighters believe that is where the fire originated…”
So the chances of them finding survivors and not corpses were slim, but they had to look anyway. Just in case, Virgil thought, as he jogged his way back to Gordon.
“I’m reaching that area now, sir!” Gordon reported from the firefly. “And wow, it’s a mess! Looks like an explosion went off in here, you’re sure Alan wasn’t here?”
“Gordon, focus on the mission.” Scott scowled over the comms, his field commander voice on full display. “Do you guys see any survivors yet?”
Virgil brought his hand up to his comm piece, coming to stand next to the firefly. “No Scott, nothing ye-” He spotted a leg or two under a fallen beam, his eyes widening as he moved, “wait! I think I found one of them!”
There was indeed someone under the beam, two individuals in fact but it was obvious as Virgil got closer that they were both dead, charred and impaled by debris. “I found the two missing persons but they’re both dead,” he reported, closing his eyes briefly in sorrow for the lives lost, looking down at the ground.
“FAB…” His brothers replied, a sombre feeling flooding the comms as they felt a sense of failure. They hated losing people, it just wasn’t fair, Virgil thought as he stepped back, taking in the destruction around him.
He heard his father sigh deeply, “Boys, it’s time to pull out now -” The building shook around him, causing Virgil to stumble slightly, the debris shifting around him, revealing something he hadn’t seen before “- we have done all we can -”
“Wait! There’s still someone else in here!” Virgil shouted as he spotted a blue uniform figure laying in the distance. There was debris surrounding the person, stopping the fire from reaching them but it also stopped him from reaching them easily as well.
“They’re unconscious but I think they may still be alive!” He ran forward as far as he could, trying to get a better look, the debris made it hard. “But there is debris blocking me from getting to them to check!”
“Is it the person that started the fire?” The anger in Scott’s voice could be cut with a knife. But Virgil ignored it in favour of figuring out how to get to the person, if he maybe moved this beam, he could climb through, he thought to himself as he pushed the beam slightly to the side.
Virgil looked up in alarm as the roof creaked and groaned, not liking what he was doing one bit.
“Scott, don’t jump to conclusions without facts…” Dad lightly scolded, his commanding voice echoing through their comms. “Virgil, that part of the building is becoming very unstable, if you boys are going to get that person out, you need to do it now…”
He nodded as Gordon joined him in shifting debris, “FAB, we’ll be as fast as we can..”
“Okay, I’m going to climb through and see what we’re dealing with…” he explained to Gordon once they had cleared away a big enough hole for them (and a stretcher) to climb through. “While you stay here in case I need you, okay?”
Gordon nodded, “FAB Virg…”
Virgil climbed through the gap he and Gordon had made, making his way towards the blue-dressed person. He didn’t know why but something was telling him not to leave with this person, no matter what.
It was like his gut was tied into knots.
And as Virgil knelt down next to the person, the first thing he noticed was that they were small and male, and definitely young…
Too young.