Chapter 9

Two weeks later

"In other news two men who were trapped on Mount Everest were released from hospital today. The men who didn't give their names, were rescued by International Rescue. They…"

With a snarl of rage General Yang threw the radio across the room. It smashed against the wall and fell to the stone floor in pieces.


The two men were alive.

It was impossible.

"LEEEEE!" He yelled suddenly, his voice rebounding off the walls. "GET IN HERE NOW!"

A couple of minutes later the door opened and Sergeant Lee stood in front of his boss, "yes sir?"

"You lied to me," the general's voice was cold and hard.

"I don't understand, what…"

General Yang moved over to the younger man, and to the sergeant's complete and utter surprise placed an arm around his shoulder. "My dear Sergeant Lee, do you remember the two men you shot on Mount Everest?"

"Yes, sir," Sergeant Lee replied, wondering where this was going.

"well…..THEY'RE STILL ALIVE!" The general's yell was enough to rattle the door.

"Alive! How?"

"Seems they were rescued by the one and only International Rescue."

"But that's not possible, I shot them…twice."

"Are you calling me a liar?" This time the general's tone was threatening.

"No sir! Of course not!"

"Good. Your life wouldn't be worth living if you were."

"What are we going to do?"

General Yang narrowed his eyes. "You mean what am I going to do? You're to stupid to do anything yourself, you can't even complete the simple task of shooting two trapped men. Do you know how many problems this situation causes?"

Numbly, Sergeant Lee shook his head.

The general snorted, "you wouldn't, like I said, you're too stupid. Well let me tell you: Those two men have probably told International Rescue what happened, and I can take a pretty good guess that an investigation has been launched, and for all we know International Rescue could be helping them. Everyone knows that they have technology beyond even my comprehension, which means that our base will be found pretty soon, then you and I will be court marshalled."

"But why would International Rescue take part in the investigation, sir? They're a rescue organisation not MI5."

"Yes, but how do we know what they're doing? Those two men have probably told International Rescue about being shot down under seemingly mysterious circumstances, and I don't want to risk an organisation with their technology finding out where we are, that could end all my work."

"But what are we-you-going to do?"

General Yang thought for a moment. As well as being a strong, imposing person, who could break a man with his bare hands, he had great intelligence too. A sudden, creepy smile, crept onto his face. "Go and get Doctor Smith," he ordered.

Obediently the sergeant went to fetch the doctor.

As he waited for him to return, the general sat in his seat behind the desk, contemplating his plan. He was going to kill two birds with one stone. International Rescue had technology he would love to get his hands on; it would be an added bonus after control of all the militaries would be his, and at the same time he could force International Rescue into telling them where the two men from the mountain were. He wanted them eliminated. He could have just let them go and not taken the risk, but he had ordered them to be eliminated, and the general never took back orders.

The door opened once more, and Sergeant Lee entered in the company of a thirtysomething-year-old man who was obviously Doctor Smith. He was a tall man with blonde hair and a tan. He had olive-green eyes which sparkled with malevolent intelligence.

"Ah Doctor Smith," the general greeted the man then turned to the sergeant. "Go down to the lab Lee, and keep an eye on our test subjects."

Reluctantly Sergeant Lee left to his task.

"Now Doctor Smith, how is the Enigma coming along?" Asked General yang.

"It's finished," there was a hint of pride in the doctor's voice.

"Excellent! Have you finished the testing yet?"

"Almost sir, I still need to test it one or two other species: amphibians, arachnids, and if possible…humans."

"That's what I want to talk to you about, you see I've found the perfect people to test the Enigma on. I need them to answer a couple of questions for me, and your Enigma will make sure I get the right answers."

"Who are they?"

"Does it matter?"

The doctor shook his head, he didn't care who he tested the Enigma on, as long as he could test it on a human or two.

"Excellent," the general replied. "Here's what we're going to do…."


Ruth Tracy stormed into the lounge of Tracy island, fuming. Where was that grandson of hers? She had told him to stay in bed, and when she had gone in to see if he was all right, he had gone. But how? It wasn't like he could walk; he had a broken leg, and because of his broken arm as well he found it hard to use crutches and so had a wheelchair instead, though he hated it.

Gordon looked up from where he sat reading his magazine on water sports. "Who are you looking for grandma?" It was pretty obvious she was looking for someone; this was the third time she had come storming in in the last five minutes.

"I'm looking for that grandson of mine, he's escaped again."

"Which grandson might that be Grandma? You have five you know, though I don't think I'm the one you're looking for."

"No your not the one I'm looking for….for once."

"So who is it? Scott or Alan?"

"Scott! I'm telling you, when I get a hold of him he's going to regret going AWOL on me. I told him to stay in bed!"

"Take it easy, Grandma" Gordon laughed. "He's probably by the pool with Virgil, and he can't really get very far; he's in a wheelchair and he needs someone to push it for him due to his broken arm."

"Which is why Scott isn't the only one in serious trouble," with that she turned on her heels and marched outside to the pool area.

"Oh boy," thought Gordon. "I wouldn't like to be those two when Grandma's through with them."


"You do realise that you're going to be in serious trouble with Grandma?" Virgil said to his older brother as he relaxed in the deck chair by the pool, "and so am I come to think of it."

Scott sighed. "I know Virg, but I hate being stuck in my room all day. I don't know how Alan can hack it, and to top things off I've got John constantly fussing over me. Did you know he came into my room last night and started reading to me?"

Virgil laughed, "what did he read to you?"

"Goldilocks and the three bears."

Virgil laughed even harder, "where did he get that from?"

"He got from the library apparently, though I'm tempted to think that he had it in the first place."

"I bet you enjoyed the story didn't you? Tell you what, tonight I'll sing you a lullaby, what do you say?"

"I'll say: Over my dead body. If you start singing me to sleep, I'll make sure that you spend the rest of my recovery wearing a gag!"

"But you love my singing."

"Yes I do, but I still don't want you coming into my room and singing 'twinkle twinkle little star.'

"Ok, I won't sing 'twinkle twinkle little star," he paused and then began singing softly: "Rockabye baby bunting, Daddy's gone a hunting, to fetch a baby rabbit skin to wrap a baby bunting in."

Scott glared at him, which caused Virgil to laugh even harder and launch into his version of pat-a-cake, changing the line: 'Prick it and pat it and mark it with 'B' to 'Prick it and pat it and mark it with 'S'. Put it in the oven for Scotty and me."

"SCOTT CARPENTER TRACY!" Their grandma's voice which sounded really loud despite her petite figure bellowed. "YOU'RE IN SERIOUS TROUBLE!"

Scott's face dropped, "oh no" he muttered.

"Tut tut, Scott," Virgil waggled his finger at his older brother. "What have you done now?" he knew of course what Scott had done, he had helped him.

Ruth Tracy's voice was heard once again. "AND IF VIRGIL IS WITH YOU HE'S IN SERIOUS TROUBLE TOO!"

It was Virgil's turn for his face to drop, while Scott sniggered from his wheelchair beside him. However he soon sobered up when he saw their grandma approaching.

"Hi Grandma," Scott put on his best smile for the elderly, yet angry, woman that approached them; a smile that usually had the girls flocking him. However it didn't work with his grandma.

"I told you to stay in bed!" Ruth put her hands on her hips and glared down at her two eldest grandsons, "didn't I?"

"Yes, Grandma," Scott muttered.

Ruth turned to Virgil. "And you should know better! Scott should be resting!"

"I am resting Grandma," Scott protested. "You don't see me signing up for any marathons do you?"

Ruth turned back to Scott. "Are you trying to be funny, young man?"

"No! No of course not! I'm just saying that I don't have to stay in my room to be resting."

"I know you don't Scott, but I'm tempted to lock you in there now. Why can't you be like Alan and do as you're told when it comes to recovering?"

"Alan!" Scott spluttered, flabbergasted. No one had ever said he should be like Alan, it was usually the other way around. "No offence Grandma, but I'm happy the way I am." He flashed another grin at his grandma.

"And I'm proud of the way you are, but you're still in trouble. You too Virgil, I'm putting you on kitchen duty for a month."

"What! Oh come on Grandma, cooking isn't exactly my…..speciality."

Scott cracked up, "I'll say!"

"Who said anything about cooking? You can do the washing up."'

"But we have a dish washer!"

"I know we do , but washing up will save on the electricity."

"That's our grandma," Scott sighed in admiration. "Always thinking two steps ahead."

"You'll be two steps ahead in a minute if you don't get back in that house, now come along."

Back in the lounge, John folded his arms across his chest. "Did you try an escape again, Scott? Don't you like my reading?"

"Your reading is…err….wonderful, John." Scott wondered what he was getting himself into, complementing John like that.

"That's good, Scott," said Gordon who was still on the sofa. "Because John has another book for you."

John grinned and held up the book: Little Red Riding Hood.

"Oh, no" Scott groaned. "Please no, not again."

Around him his brothers laughed.

"What's so funny?" Came a voice from the doorway.

They all spun round. "Alan!"

"What are you doing up?" Asked his grandma.

"I couldn't sleep." He wondered slowly into the room and stood beside Virgil who was sat at the piano. "What's that?" He pointed at a piece of music. "Miracle, for Scott and Alan." He read the words at the top of the sheet.

Scott looked up at the sound of his name. "What is it?"

"It's a piece of music I wrote….for you and Alan….but it's not finished," said Virgil awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Play it for us," said Gordon.

"But it's not finished."

"I still want to hear it."

"Me too."

"So do I."

"Go on Virgil, play It. " said Scott.

"Oh all right." Virgil turned to face the piano and began to run his fingers softly over the keys, allowing the soft tune to flow through the room.

When he had finished there was silence.

"Wow, that was great Virg!" Scott was the first to break the silence. "Thankyou."

"Yeah, thanks Virg," added Alan. "It kind of reminded me of snow falling."

"Let's hear it for the Mozart of the Tracy family!" Gordon clapped his hands enthusiastically, while Virgil bowed to his 'fans'.

From the hallway Jeff listened to the music and smiled. His family was safe again, and nothing could go wrong.

Could it?

The End

Or is it? Look out for the sequel Enigma, coming soon.

Ps. Sorry I seem to like cliff hangar endings.

Thankyou to everyone who has beta read my story and I hope you enjoy the sequel. I would also like to thank Nevair for beta reading it for me.