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Thunderbirds Are Go-Through Another’s Eyes (fanfic)

 

THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!

THROUGH ANOTHER’S EYES

WRITTEN BY ZARIUS

(contains spoilers for “Attack of the Reptiles”)


Alan entered the lounge with a sense that something had triggered his brother Gordon. He had been cautioned by his other brother Scott not to disturb the contents of a package that had been delivered to him.

As Alan settled into the circular seating area to the right of Gordon, he could feel something had wound his brother into a bit of a tense knot.

“So what did you want to tell me?” he asked, jumping at the chance to assert control so he could take all the credit for snapping Gordon out of his funk.

“Big rapids. Big reptiles. Big news” Gordon replied as tensely as he could.

“In that order?” Alan asked

“Reverse Order” Gordon replied.

“Ok, news first then” Alan said, urging Gordon to return, but Gordon’s eyes remained fixated on the package.

Scott barged in, shaking his head.

“You still wound up about this? You could just ask for the box to be removed” Scott replied.

“No, no, I can’t be resentful of Buddy and Eli’s good intentions. I’ll compose myself in due course Scott, thanks” said Gordon, a slight sweat gland forming on his forehead.

“Does his big news have to do with whatever’s in that crate?” asked Alan.

“Just keep talking to him Alan, eventually he’ll take you into the unknown” Scott said, before smacking himself on the head for conjuring up a bad pun that served as a tip off to what Gordon wanted to tell Alan.

Into the Unknown? Our favorite reality show?” Alan inquired excitedly, “What about it? Is this the big news?”

“Yeah, kind of is, it’s coming back for a fifteenth series” said Gordon.

Alan leapt up and down the sofa with enthusiatic glee, he punched the air multiple times, he felt almost like he could box with God.

“The heavens are fighting in my corner tonight” he said.

“Yeah, yeah, calm down, if it weren’t for me, it would’nt be possible” Gordon replied.

“Scott briefed me that you had a chance to interact with our favorite pair of intrepid explorers, but what’s spooked you out so much?”

“Just coming across those humungous repitles in those marshlands, and then receiving some as pets, just look and see”

Alan walked over to the crate and peered inside.

“Wow, they wanted to give you a piece of the action you left behind. They’re so cute too” Alan replied.

“Experiancing what they’re capable of in more negative extremes would make you form a second opinion” said Gordon.

“Oh come on, they look so dapper, besides, it hasn’t put you off watching Into the Unknown has it?”

Gordon rubbed his right shoulder, trying to unnerve himself. He managed a faint smile, “No, no if anything knowing how happy it’s renewal made you gives me all the reason to get over my own hang-ups”

“That’s the beauty of brotherhood Gordon” Alan said, putting his arm over Gordon’s shoulder, “Put aside your own experiences and learn to appreciate all over again through another’s eyes”

Thunderbirds Are Go-Dry Humor (fanfic)

 

THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!

DRY HUMOR

WRITTEN BY ZARIUS

(Contains Spoilers for “Power Play”)


Alan ‘s mind was racing as Thunderbird Shadow carted him back to base, having been picked up from a most perilous posistion by Kayo, ever keen to remind him that he now owed her for the lift.

“How is she going to call in my debt?” he asked himself.

“She knows I don’t like going for physical check-ups soon after a skirmish, she often relishes catching me trying to avoid one, what if she decides to tell me outright to go for one?”

Then his mind turned to a more mundane task. Shopping.

“Oh yeah, shopping” he thought, “She’ll want someone not just to carry her bags, but also probably pay for everything she happens to load up into them”

His mind, and gaze, switched to the heavens as Shadow flew through them, looking beyond the clouds and towards the stars.

“Maybe she wants to chase a comet or two with me in T3?”

He did’nt quite know why he thought of that last one, it was possible the sensations in his heart was starting to override the senses in his head.

When Thunderbird Shadow returned to Tracy Island, Kayo made her intentions clear.

“You’re going to learn how to handle the machine” she said.

Alan gulped.

“Please, don’t force it on me, I’m not prepared” he said.

“When will you ever be? Everyone’s worked it out at this stage, I know you told Grandma on several instances to teach you, but you owe it to me now after today’s mission, it’s either this, or I get you to take an immediate check-up” she replied.

Alan sighed.

“Ok, ok, I’ll learn to work the tumble dryer for you” he said, and sulkingly advanced towards the contraption in question, a coy looking Grandma standing by with a freashly soaked heap of clothes.

“Water here, water there, so much water everywhere” Alan remarked.

“And typically you’re just as salty as the the oceon water out there” Kayo asked, pointing through the window to the crystal clear waves that came in and out across the beach.

“You need to work on your dry humor just a bit” said Alan.

“Get to work kid” Grandma instructed.

Alan grumbled as he folded the wet clothes into the dryer, wishing everything from a shopping spree to a physical had come about after all.

Thunderbirds Are Go-Formidable Song (fanfic)

 

THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!

FORMIDABLE SONG

WRITTEN BY ZARIUS

(contains spoilers for “Power Play”)


Scott Tracy admired the fire that could be found in a woman.

He had the ear for poetry whenever one stepped into the literal line of fire.

He could construct formiddable songs of strength, of hope, and of impeccable instincts.

They are mothers, they are teachers.

In this instance they are soldiers.

And they are life savers.

Here he was, knee deep in trouble, trying to evacuate two engineers as The Mechaniuc lay claim on turbines that were behaving most erracticly. His unquenching appetite for raw power threating to tear the dam encirling them and a nearby village apart.

But one brave member of the GDF’s back-up, a Captain Foster, stepped up to the plate, taking an assertive stance against The Mechanic, and daring to even match him in a physical sense.

Scott was eager to see the outcome of that, his admiration for the power of the sisterhood urging him not to dare intervene.

And then the formiddable fire ignited, and the skin flickered and came away, revealing the true horrors of the inferno.

A warriess that fell from heaven turned out to be a warrior forged in hell.

Foster was The Hood.

A man.

No, less than a man, a cowering snake, who had hid behind a woman’s features to slither into Eden to make trouble for one man in particular.

Scott’s thoughts turned bleak as he thought of what had become of the real Captain Foster

Did she put up a struggle? Was she a formiddable song in the end?

Would anyone know?

Thunderbirds Are Go-Nothing More Disruptive

 

THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!

NOTHING MORE DISRUPTIVE

WRITTEN BY ZARIUS

(Contains spoilers for “City Under The Sea”)

The little thing about Penelope’s visit to The Hood in prison is a nod to one of my previous fics, “Questionable Methods“, be sure to check if that out if you give this a read, thankyou kindly-Zarius


As Thunderbird 2 touched down on Tracy Island, Gordon, Kayo and Virgil reflected on their trip to Antarctica, bearing witness to the very edge of existence with the family they had managed to save from the submerged city.

“It’s miraculous that nice unit were so willing to exchange clear waters for icy patches” Kayo noted, “It’s like nothing really bothered them about the predicament they were in”

“It’s always like that when we’re around” Gordon replied, “We provide real reassurance”

“With the mess you leave in Thunderbird 4, it’s probably a good thing they had reassuring manners, if I were in their shoes I’d be most critical of having to sit through a craft with as many wrappers”

“Hey, it’s my space” Gordon insisted.

“Yes it is, but sometimes your space has to be their place” replied Kayo.

“Is there something I’m not catching here?” asked Virgil.

“Yes, the youngest of the Tracy clan are in dire need of watching how they dispose of their trash” Kayo insisted.

As she disembarked from Thunderbird 2 and headed to the living area upstairs, Gordon was left alone to defend his habits.

“She thinks I’m some sort of slob in secret” he said.

“Hardly secretive, you were exactly like this with Alan on Thunderbird 3 a month ago” Virgil replied.

“Yeah, but it’s a credit to Alan he didn’t tell her” Gordon replied, twiddling his fingers. Virgil opted to change the subject.

“So Penelope did a real bang up job getting the better of The Mechanic” he joked.

“Oh great swerve there Virgil, at least with the slob accusations I get to worry about something normal” Gordon snapped.

“Easy there pussycat” Virgil replied, barely intimidated. Gordon had yet to master the precise means to intimidate.

“Well, it’s just I had a lot to deal with on my plate…rescuing the family, making sure to hasten the rescue due to the growing concern of the crack on their ship getting bigger until it finally caused the glass to cave in…and then there was a moment I thought Kayo was…gone…worse still, my minds immediately turned to Penny…”

Virgil shook his head, “I’m sorry Gordon, I didn’t think…”

“No, no it’s ok, it’s the kind of stress we try to avoid through jokes and quips, and yeah, even the occasional bursts of unkempt living. Those celery bars are great stress relievers you know, when you tend to worry too much about the way you’re perceived on missions, they’re just a means with which you can kick back and just let your taste buds satisfy you more than people”

“So long as you let everyone know you’re ok, your eating habits should concern you the least. Nothing is more disruptive to how we cope with our occupations than the fear of the unknown happening to us…it’s a lot more overwhelming than what we gain from the reality of it”

“Maybe I should have a talk with Penny, see if she’s shaken up any by what went on. She can put on a tough front, but I think I’ve been letting her drift on her own too much…and Parker did tell me some unsettling thoughts he had on her visit to the Hood’s prison” Gordon replied.

“Really, like what?” said Virgil.

“That’s kind of our business for now, but we’ll let you know if it needs to be yours too” Gordon replied.

In the living area, Kayo found Alan was busy picking up the discarded wrappers off of the floor and neatly placing them in the bin he had been trying to toss them into much earlier in the day, and achieving little success. It’s what had prompted her to call him a slob

“See, a little insult goes a long way to kick in some motivation” Alan remarked.

“If it helps, Gordon is a far worse slob than you” Kayo replied.

“Really, I could have told you that a month ago” said Alan.

“And why didn’t you? ” Kayo asked, crossing her arms and looking into Alan with accusing, yet graceful, eyes.

“We’d just kind of bonded over that month I guess, we’d seen alien life, and I’d…well…”

“..Did everything he suggested?” Kayo replied.

“We got a fantastic experience out of it, and he made me feel like I’d made a good call, even if it almost got us all killed…” Alan confessed, picking up the bin and hauling it over to the kitchen.

Kayo smiled, “An honourable bond, one that gives one of each a safe sort of space, I can respect that more than leaving any actual space at the mercy of these things”

She produced a small celery bar from her pocket and offered it to Alan.

“They’re definitely the sort of taste you have to acquire; luckily I’ve mastered such a habit. Now it’s your turn” she said, unwrapping it and offering Alan a nibble.

“Celery? Well at least it’s a step up from those cheesy milkshakes he drinks…maybe in being a slob, he’s learning there’s nothing more disruptive to a healthy lifestyle than the fastest sort of food”

Alan took the bar out of the wrapper, Kayo crunched it up.

“Let me see if I can score a touchdown” she said, shoving the rest of the snack into Alan’s mouth. Alan nodded, and put some distance between the bin and Kayo.

She gave the bin a precision gaze, and flung the wrapper far across the room. It landed neatly into it.

Alan ran up to Kayo and high-fived her.

“Teach me how to stick a landing like that” he said.

“Only if you let me know next time when there’s someone making a bigger mess than you, there’s nothing more disruptive to a clean cat like me than that”

Thunderbirds Are G0-How We Get There

 

THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!

HOW WE GET THERE

WRITTEN BY ZARIUS

(I was inspired to do this short fic after watching the preview for “City Under The Sea” on YouTube ahead of this week’s episode)


Kayo felt the fear course through her.

It was tangible, raw, the stuff of nightmares.

Here she was, at the helm of Thunderbird 4, didn’t matter how she would up here, the point now was making sure she got somewhere else.

The Mechanic’s MECHA loomed over the tiny ship as it sped into the deepest recesses of the underwater city, trying to avoid being caught in the grip of its iron-clad claws and avoid being crushed into mangled pieces.

It was not Kayo’s first rodeo with The Mechanic, having confronted him during the incident with the Earth-Shaker, another cataclysmic contraption that she and her brothers had dared to defy, and one she personally infiltrated, reaching the Mechanic, only to ultimately let him slip out of her grasp.

She wondered how she got there the first time, and if she could reach such a summit a second time.

Perhaps she couldn’t this time; perhaps this was the devil incarnate coming to collect, the mortal price she would pay for daring to get in the way of his mission.

She thought back to the reports Penelope had given the team back on the island, discussing the possibility of The Mechanic’s connections to The Hood. Her uncle. Family turned foe.

That one bad apple.

There were two once, she often thought of herself as that, but not anymore. That notion came with a different kind of fear, the fear of hiding in plain sight and counting the days to being caught. Those days were over.

That fear passed, she learned to stroll past fear that day, for on the hour of revelation, judgement passed and she was absolved of all guilt by people who understood her, who loved her, and who protected her.

The kindest souls she had ever been around had looked into her own and found it worthy of a thousand chances.

That’s what she had to focus on now as Thunderbird 4 continued to evade the attacks of The Mechanics’ MECHA. She would not let one of those thousand chances granted to her by just five brave and unconditionally loving men slip from her.

Now was not the time to be afraid of that.

So she swallowed her pride, she held her nerve, and hoped that Gordon would come to her aid soon, that this mission could be over, and so they could reach their next destination…their island, their paradise, their home.

So she could stare into the features that housed those five souls again, just so she could assure them that faith, not fear, was how she got there.

 

Thunderbirds Are Go!-Course Correction

 

THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!

COURSE CORRECTION

WRITTEN BY ZARIUS

Disclaimer: Thunderbirds are Go! Is trademarked by ITV Studios


TRACY ISLAND:

A CHILDHOOD AGO


Jeff Tracy kept a beady eye on the clock as the young Kayo continued to recite a famous quote word-for-word to him.

If we die, we want people to accept it. We are in a risky business, and we hope that if anything happens to us, it will not delay the program.”

“Well done Kayo, and do you know who said that?” a proud Jeff asked of her.

“Gus Grissom” she replied

“Good…now what year did this quote originate? Alan?”

He waited for an answer from his youngest son. No reply was forthcoming.

“Alan?” he asked

There he was, hanging upside down, his legs hanging over the sofa of the lounge area, holding aloft in his hands a die-cast replica of the space shuttle Columbia, making audible whooshing noises.

“Alan, careful where you’re pointing that thing” a concerned Kayo reacted as Alan continued to muck about with the shuttle.

Jeff took off his reading glasses and gently rubbed his weary eyes before getting up, looked at Alan, then turned around and walked over to where an illustration of a rocket launch stood. He looked on intently at it.

Kayo knew what that look entailed.

“He’s mad at you, you know” Kayo said.

Alan ignored her.

She walked over to Jeff to join him in his admiration of the illustration, and to offer some advice

“I’m sorry, that jerk doesn’t pay any attention” she said.

“I don’t mind it Kayo, the boy is young, has years ahead of him…besides, I can always rely on you to remind him of where to land”

“Oh no, I already said I’m through babysitting” Kayo responded, folding her arms and looking away from Alan.

“I didn’t mean in that way” Jeff replied.

Kayo looked back at him, “Which way then?”

“Kayo, you have an ambition about you, you’re the kind of person who reckons she has a course in life already laid out for you. It’s on your own terms and it’s all going well, but eventually the student has to become a teacher. Kids like you come up once every few generations, and your heart doesn’t always synch in with what goes on in your head”

“There’s nothing wrong with my head” Kayo said, permitting herself a stomp or two.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, but then there’s something wrong with thinking the right way is always the best way also” Jeff continued

Kayo glanced over at Alan once again as he played with the Columbia model, she noticed his grip had been substantially loosened and he was letting it dangle dangerously over his forehead. She took a few steps away from Jeff as he continued talking, his eyes too transfixed on the painting to notice her absence.

“Kayo…I made you recite that quote because I agreed with a substantial amount of it and wanted to teach you the importance of it also, but do you know which part I didn’t agree with?”

“Was it something to do with conquest?” Kayo asked, nudging Alan as he continued to play with the model.

“Knock it off, that’s going to fall and split you open” she whispered. Alan stuck her tongue out at her. Kayo rolled her eyes.

“Your Uncle had a lot to say about that bit” Jeff continued, again not turning around, “He liked the remainder of that quote, but he twisted it to his own meaning…that conquest, in the original context, that of space, but in his eyes conquest of any sort, was worth the risk of life. That’s not how I’ve grown to see things over the years… the conquest of greater obstacles, and of your fears, should never come at the expense of life; it should always be to the betterment of lives”

“My Uncle has a funny view of the world” Kayo replied, when she suddenly saw Alan’s grip on the shuttle loosen. Panicking, she knelt down and grabbed it just before it could smack Alan square in the forehead with the tip of its nosecone.

“Thanks for the save” Alan replied, giving her thumbs up.

“Oh cut it out” Kayo whispered.

“A funny view…If only I were laughing” Jeff continued, and turned around to see Kayo approaching him once again. Alan finally slouched off the couch and picked himself up. Jeff looked over at Alan as he wandered back to his room.

“Alan lad, you’re not going anywhere until you answer the question” Jeff said.

“Fine. 1965” Alan replied.

“Wow. He was attentive” Kayo remarked.

Jeff looked at Kayo and smiled.

“You can go to bed Alan, just change into your if you do”

“I’m not wearing that onsie dad”

“This will be the sixth month you’ve slept in your clothes lad…surely you can’t keep this up forever” Jeff continued

“You’re keeping count now? Swell, I’ll keep it up then…it ought to keep you busy the rest of your life” Alan remarked before entering the room and sealing it shut.

Jeff walked back over to his desk.

“You were quite attentive yourself there Kayo…”

“I was?” Kayo asked, puzzled.

“Neither of you whisper very well” Jeff continued, “Still, I admire your little course correction there, keeping your heart and head in perfect synch and sparing Alan a headache”

“That klutz could never keep a real ship steady let alone a model one” Kayo said

“He’s capable of it, so long as someone has faith in him” Jeff continued, “Someone who is there for him and has his back, no matter what”

“So it is like babysitting all over again then? Gross” Kayo replied, folding her arms and pouting.

“In the adult world, it’s something more than that” Jeff responded.

“I’m a long way from that world” Kayo said.

Jeff smiled at her.

“True, but you’re never a long way from what your heart can’t hide” he concluded.

Kayo couldn’t comprehend that bit.

Parts of her did’nt want to.

Not for a few more years anyway.

She wondered if she’d be grossed out in any way when that later date came.


TRACY ISLAND

AN ADULTHOOD LATER


“Alan, Kayo wants to see you” Virgil said as he knocked on his little brother’s bedroom door. When Alan didn’t respond, Virgil entered it to find him lying face down on the floor, again in his civvies.

Virgil walked over to the slumbering heap and gently kicked him in the side to disrupt his naptime.

Alan stirred, stretched his arms outright and asked Virgil what was up. Virgil repeated himself.

A loud crack of thunder and the sound of howling winds unnerved Alan as he got up and headed over to the doors leading to the pool area.

There she was.

He slid open the doors so he could yell

“Hey K, what are you doing out here?” Alan yelled as the rain poured down around the deck chairs of the swimming pool. Kayo was seated there, safeguarded by a large umbrella stationed on the edge of the seat.

“Come and join me, this shower doesn’t have long to go, I’ve been reading up on the weather updates” she said, holding aloft an I-tablet.

Alan opened the glass doors that led to the pool, pulling his shirt up over his head to avoid getting his hair soaked. He walked over to one chair and pulled it over close until both chairs were perched under the umbrella.

“Mind letting me knows what type of crazy compelled you to do some thinking while all this was going on?” Alan replied.

Kayo took something out of her pocket. Alan’s eyes widened as he recognized what she was pulling out.

The old die-cast model of Columbia he had played with as a child.

She put down the tablet and leaned back on her chair, lifting the shuttle high above her forehead and dangling it in the same position Alan had all those years ago.

“What’s this about Kayo?” he asked

“I was just thinking about something your dad told me that day” she said, “I’m sure you remember”

“I do” he said.

“And how?” she asked

Alan felt raw emotion overtake him, his hand shook a little with apprehension, Kayo placed one hand firmly on his own to settle him down.

“Because…I’ve never stopped counting the days I’ve never stopped sleeping in my own clothes. I like to think…I like to think the same thing is going on with Dad, wherever he is…alive or in the hereafter…he’s making note of how many times too”

Alan decided to let the tears stream down as he realized why Kayo had lured him out of the house, so the rain could mask something his heart had been hiding, so he wouldn’t upset her.

So he wouldn’t strip her of that precious and assuring smile she was giving him.

A loud crack of thunder made both of them jolt, the shuttle loosened from Kayo’s grip, Alan caught it just before it could hit her forehead.

“I was counting on that, I had faith” she said.

“Just a little course correction” Alan replied.

“A course correction…that only happens when you’re not that far from what you can do…from your mind…or from your heart and that enables you to make adjustments”

“Do you mind coming out of your current dose of crazy, and this storm, and back to where the fire is?” Alan replied.

“I feel things are only just now heating up” Kayo responded, “But I think we’re better off cooling it for now. Lead the way”

“You’re impossible” Alan responded, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

He took the umbrella off of the seat’s edge, and, holding it high above their heads, they walked back towards the house.

Kayo thought back to how she was all those years back.

How she felt now.

She was a long way from that part of her world now.

She wasn’t grossed out.

And she certainly wasn’t a babysitter.

She was something more than that.

She just couldn’t let Alan on to it just yet. He was still only one step out of the world she’d left behind.

She knew she couldn’t keep this bit a secret for long.

But if there was anything her experience with her ‘funny old uncle’ had taught her, it was her family was all too readily accepting of the risks she had taken to preserve her secrets.

So she would test him emotionally, challenge him mentally, bring out the best in him. So that when he took that other step out, when he made his definitive course correction, she would be there to help him stick the landing.

She was out to prove something to Jeff, or his memory, that these types of conquests were worth the risk.

Time would tell if she was right.

 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11779652/1/Course-Correction

 

Thunderbirds Are Go!-Something Worse

 

 


THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!

SOMETHING WORSE

WRITTEN BY ZARIUS

Disclaimer: Thunderbirds is trademarked by ITV Studios. This is for non-profit.


Martin Janus had heard stories.

At first he didn’t believe them.

It wasn’t possible he thought

He never makes a mistake, he never slips up

Part of him was close to cursing the part of his soul that felt the temptation of elation.

Keep yourself in line, it’s not real. It cannot be true.

“I take it you’ve heard?” a voice interrupted from across the dark recesses of the dimly lit prison corridors.

Janus peered through the bars of his cell to find Colonel Casey of the GDF, the woman who had, with International Rescue, exposed him as a fraudster, greeting him.

“About The Hood?” asked Janus.

“The one and the same” Casey replied, “Somebody finally cut the strings off the Puppet Master. He’s in custody now”

Janus closed his eyes very briefly; to permit that portion of his soul he had been condemning a moment to savour an apology from his conscious rational mind.

“Mr. Janus?” Casey asked, checking to see if he was alright.

“It’s nothing…nothing really, go on” Janus continued.

“I was wondering if now would be a good opportunity to finish the conversation we began a few weeks ago? You need not fear him any longer”

“Anything I can tell you, he surely can. All you need now is my testimony at whatever trial you’re going to stage for him. I’d like that, a chance to play the role of expert witness” Janus replied, opting to lay down on the bed in his cell, raise his hands high above his head, and form a small ‘screen’ with them.

He began to envision his name scrolling along the info box on the main British news channels, and even what he thought the artists’ impression would be like.

“You certainly do crave attention don’t you?” Casey noted.

“Too kind” Janus replied

“I’m afraid you won’t be going anywhere any time soon. When we brought The Hood in, he deliberately let something slip. New information, we’d like to know if you had any idea about it?”

“What new information?” Janus asked.

“He claims he knows what’s coming next, there’s something out there bigger than him, and we need to know what that is”

“Bigger than The Hood? First I’m hearing about it” Janus continued.

“Are you absolutely certain?” Casey asked

“I’ve got nothing to fear or to lose. I say again, all you need now is my wilful testimony, and that’s all you’re going to get” Janus continued.

“If you insist on your day in court, I can arrange that…but let it be known that the GDF will not be permitting The Hood’s trial to go into the public arena. A direct request from International Rescue, they said it would be too…emotionally compromising. I’m sure you can understand that” Casey explained. “Now, get comfortable, your cell mate will be joining you shortly”

“My cell mate?” Janus asked, curious.

“Yes, he’s even interested in seeing you again, as a matter of fact; he could barely disguise his excitement, surprising really considering he is a master of that craft”

Janus gave her a cruel and condemning stare. He knew what she was up to.

He knew what was coming next.

“Let me make this perfectly clear to you Mr. Janus. So long as you, The Hood or anyone who opposes or tries to pull a fast one on the GDF, there will always be something worse than the Hood and whatever is behind him to fear…and that’s me”

Col. Casey slowly walked back into the dimly lit corridors, leaving Martin Janus to curse her name, and to resume cursing his soul all over again for daring to indulge in hope.

For hope was a terrible thing on the scaffold.