"Hey Johnny?" John glanced up from his book to mock glare at his brother,

"Don't call me Johnny, Gordon…what is it?" Gordon bounded up to the chair in which John was curled up in and sat on the arm,

"So, I have an essay to write and I was wondering-"Gordon stopped in his tracks as John held up a hand,

"I am not writing your essay for you…wait, you don't go to school anymore, why are you writing an essay?" Gordon flushed, causing John to raise a curious eyebrow.

"Well, there's this girl…well, woman technically. We've chatted online and I may have made out that I'm an FBI agent…in the terrorism department." John winced in sympathy,

"O man, you are in deep. How did you even come up with that?!"

"Well, we're sort of like the FBI…and there's not a department for natural disasters so I just said the first thing that popped into my mind!" John tried, o god did he try…but he couldn't help it. He began to chuckle, which then evolved slowly into a full-body laugh. His book shaking in his hands as Gordon scowled,

"I need your help John, come on!" John nodded as he tried to get his breathing back under control,

"Okay, okay. What do you need?"

"Google has been my friend but I don't understand a lot of the terminology….help?"

"Send me the essay…or whatever it is and I'll un-Wikipedia it for you. Make it flow better, like you actually understand the topic. Happy?" Gordon nodded gleefully, throwing his arms around John who tensed for just a second before slowly relaxing into the hug.

"O thank you, thank you, thank you!"

In the doorway of the main living room, Jeff watched and smiled at the pair. This wouldn't be the first time Gordon had employed John's help and nor would it be the last. After all, Gordon was known as being quite the ladies' man, and as he mostly met them over the internet, he was always coming up with new cover stories in order to protect International Rescue. Most of the time, he ended up over his head, and therefore one of his brothers' would be dragged in to help with the lie.

…Later in the evening….

"Yes, I am in tonight!" yelled Gordon, throwing one hand up in the air as he carefully balanced his laptop on his lap with the other. Scott and Virgil frowned in confusion, glancing at John who just shook his head and mouthed 'new girlfriend' at them. They nodded in understanding, smirking at Gordon who remained oblivious to the silent conversation.

"Dare I ask how my hard work went?" Gordon grinned,

"She loved it. Apparently she's a biologist, looking to go into the FBI terrorism department. Biological warfare is a major interest to her. That essay only made her like my brain as well as my looks, well…" Gordon gestured to John, "….she likes Johns' brain which was only enhanced by my good looks." The family chuckled,

"You know John…" chuckled Scott, "…if you weren't asexual, you'd be giving Gordon a run for his money." Virgil nodded,

"He'd be giving us all a run for our money!" Jeff kept a cautious eye on John throughout this conversation. John was often uncomfortable talking about his sexuality, possibly due to the fact that his brothers' were quite popular with their peers, all of them having had several relationships already. As far as Jeff knew, John hadn't had any, preferring a life of solitude.

"Yeah, I have the brains…but not the looks" The rest of the family narrowed their eyes in concern as John refused to look at any of them. Jeff opened his mouth to try and contradict his son, but before he could, Alan's portrait eyes began to flash signalling a call.

"Go ahead Alan" answered Jeff as he pressed a button on his desk. A hologram of Alan popped up,

"There seems to be an issue in Boston. The fire department are having trouble containing a major fire in a set of office buildings. Usually this wouldn't be a problem except, there are over a hundred people who can't get out…and there's been a terrorist threat aimed at that particular building, with the leader demanding that the children of the leaders of the world be handed over effective immediately…or they'll release a new biological virus into the building" The family sat there in shock of Alan's words,

"Please tell me that the police are buying us enough time to get all of this sorted out?" Jeff asked. Alan turned away for a few moments, before nodding.

"Yeah, the leader of the FBI is the one that called us. Apparently he's negotiating with a lady who calls herself…Lady Anthrax?" Jeff nodded,

"Alan, would you be able to track the activities of the pseudonym Lady Anthrax? Possibly on blogging sites that focus on biological warfare?" Alan nodded,

"Already started. She appears to be quite active on the website Disease , no I'm not making that up. It focuses on airborne viruses such as anthrax….for a few weeks now, she's been boasting about a new revolutionary virus that kills in a matter of minutes." Alan grimaced, "It's been tested on cats according to this one post…" Gordon frowned,

"How is she threatening to spread it if the demands aren't met?"

"Through the air conditioning…." They all turned to stare at John who was staring into space, "…in an office building like that, air con is everywhere….it could be spread throughout the whole building without blocking a few filters." Gordon frowned,

"You mentioned that…in the essay" John shrugged,

"With enough knowledge of air filter systems and airborne viruses, anyone could work it out" Jeff nodded,

"Suit up boys. I want everyone out today. Virgil, you take John and Gordon in Thunderbird 2 with Pod 3, specifically the Firefly and the Fire Truck as back up. Scott, I want you to scout ahead and canvas the area, see whether or not we can get those people out without the terrorists noticing." They all nodded before rushing off to their respective vehicles. Jeff paused before rushing off after Scott,

"Scott! I'm coming with you. We'll need everyone available if this rescue is to go off without too many casualties."

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