The room was suddenly silent. The sharp retort as a pencil snapped in two.
As John reappeared, Scott wanted answers. “Do you have her location?”
His brother was troubled. “Not yet, but I will. Eos is trawling the network. Thunderbird Shadow is still at the base in Jakarta. She must have taken alternative transport. She is not wearing her uniform so I have no signal from that. The fact that I can not locate her wrist comm or her locator has me concerned. I suspect her captors know more than they are letting on. I will let you know more as we find out.” John hesitated, his eyes once again bouncing between both of his older brothers. “I’m sorry.”
And he cut transmission.
Scott swallowed his fury. The harsh breathing to his right told him that this time, he had to be the calm one.
A breath and he turned to face Virgil.
His brother was pale and his body was almost vibrating with the fear and the anger in his eyes. The broken pencil lay discarded at his feet.
The younger man flinched, his eyes going wide for just a moment before the more familiar calm settled over his features. It settled cold, control removing the emotions no doubt roiling below the surface. It was almost chilling to watch.
Brown eyes usually warm with affection turned on him as cold as tundra. A rasp. “What are we going to do?”
Scott’s lips thinned. “We need further information. We need to give John and Eos the time to locate her.”
“Time.” It was a snarl. “They’re hurting her, Scott.”
Quietly, with his hands held up as if to calm a storm. “I know. John is doing his best. The GDF-“
“The GDF! You have got to be kidding!”
His brother threw up his hands. “I can’t…” And he was shaking his head. “Just…” Emotion boiled and Virgil turned away. “I’ll be in the hanger. Keep me apprised.”
Heavy boots hurried from the room, and Scott was left staring at where his brother had been.
The broken pencil screamed at him..