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Damn, I really can’t go a few months without updating this thing…
Everything is in the images this time but I’ll throw a few things here
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A few things have happened in my personal life since my last drawing but I’m so excited to share this because I’ve had the idea for probably a month and it’s finally done!!
Here it is!!!! My first of hopefully a few mock comic covers for the old guard!! ^^
Big thank you to everyone on the discord for their feedback (and ideas for future covers 👀) and @sunflower-prophetess for the title suggestion
I can’t believe I downloaded three fonts for this 🥲 and made a whole villain
A few things have happened in my personal life since my last drawing but I’m so excited to share this because I’ve had the idea for probably a month and it’s finally done!!
Here it is!!!! My first of hopefully a few mock comic covers for the old guard!! ^^
Big thank you to everyone on the discord for their feedback (and ideas for future covers 👀) and @sunflower-prophetess for the title suggestion
I can’t believe I downloaded three fonts for this 🥲 and made a whole villain
@whumperless-whump-event Day 7: Wrong Place, Wrong Time
@call-me-casual asked: For Whumperless Whump, 7. Wrong Place, Wrong Time. With Colonel White pretty please? ^^;
With thanks to @mariashades for the read-through.
Chapter 1 | AO3
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‘Has Scott reported in, John?’
‘Not yet, Kayo.’
Kayo resumed pacing around the room. For once she’d disagreed with Penny’s proposal and had been vehemently against Scott going. If anyone should have gone it should have been her, but Penny had been adamant.
It had to be Scott.
Even Gordon had been a little put out by Penny’s insistence but she stuck to her guns and now Scott and Penny were on a train travelling through Europe on a train with various security services in attendance and quite a target.
A target for all kinds of terrorist organisations and for her uncle.
If her Uncle got his hands on Scott…
She paused at the desk and jabbed at the comm button. Again.
‘Anything, John?’
‘Not in the 90 seconds since you last asked.’
Kayo sighed and resumed pacing faster.
~
In the carriage set aside for Penny she and Scott were deep in conversation about the variety of delegates present.
‘So we have Spectrum, WASP and the GDF represented.’
‘Yes. There were a few people there I didn’t recognise but I noticed you did.’
‘I did, Scott. From several intelligence agencies as a matter of fact.’
‘Anyone we need to take a closer look at?’
‘There’s only one person I have no knowledge of. I’ve already put some feelers out on Captain Foster. I can’t put my finger on it but there’s something odd about her.’
‘Fair enough. Are we going to ask John to look into her?’
‘Parker is looking, if he doesn’t turn up anything then we’ll ask John. Now, have you seen who Colonel Gray and Commander Shore have brought with them?’
‘Yes. I know Atlanta, obviously, but I don’t know the Colour Captain with Charles.’
‘Two. Two Colour Captains, if I’m not mistaken. One with the Colonel and one in the background.’
‘Makes sense. I didn’t see anyone else from WASP I know but Unc…Sam Shore will probably have someone else here. In fact, almost everyone seems to have two escorts.’
Penny nodded. They had been over everything in depth. It was time to retire for the night and start again in the morning. They’d agreed to talk to John in the morning before breakfast.
With a hug and forehead kiss Scott left Penny for his own bunk.
~
‘Well, Dad, what do your sea legs say?’
Shore laughed. He always appreciated his daughter’s wicked sense of humour, and Atlanta wielded that power ruthlessly whenever he needed it.
‘This is an odd assortment of people our World President has invited onto this train.’
‘I agree.’
‘I’m sure that you’ve seen our mutual friends?’
‘I have. Haven’t had the chance to talk to either of them yet but I intend to talk to Scott before we leave.’
‘Good. We should have him and his brothers over once this is done.’
‘I’d like that, Dad.’
Sam grinned impishly.
‘I’ll make sure Troy isn’t anywhere around…’
It was Atlanta’s turn to laugh. She kissed her father goodnight.
~
Weston sighed.
Seeing Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward had thrown him. FAB and WIN had a fractious relationship. Ostentatiously they operated in the same circles but they didn’t work well together.
President Younger had thought about folding both agencies into the GDF but had been persuaded that keeping the peacekeeping force separate from the intelligence forces would be better. It hadn’t stopped him from snapping up certain officers from all agencies into the new one he set up, creating lasting animosity from all agencies towards Spectrum.
Sam himself was a little…jealous. He’d have loved to have been asked to move to Spectrum but he had not been selected. Unlike everyone else Weston had not brought a co-worker with him. He hadn’t felt the need to and his boss hadn’t offered.
Now he knew why.
He wasn’t really here to represent WIN. He was here to support the Lady. She’d once been head of FAB at a very young age. Not many knew that but he did. WIN did.
So he read through his notes and put them away and went to bed.
If Lady Penelope wanted to share intel with him she knew where he was.
~
Val Casey pinched her nose to try and ease the growing tension headache.
Rigby had given her a concise report of all the delegates and Foster had agreed with everything he’d said but, while there was no one untoward on the train, she worried.
There was so much that could go wrong…
Eventually she called it a night and sent Rigby and Foster to their own sleeping quarters before rereading all the notes and finally settling down for the night.
Something was going to go wrong.
She could feel it.
~
Rigby went straight to sleep in the top bunk but Foster lay back, hands under her head. She grinned and waited for her bunkmate’s snoring to even out before soundlessly getting up.
This was going to be…lucrative.
~
Captains Ochre and Blue had delivered their reports and Charles had dismissed them for the night. Or should he say early morning…
It was closer to two in the morning and Charles was feeling restless. They had been told that they had the run of the main carriages but not the personal ones – which was fair enough and a rule Charles was thankful for – so he made his way through to the dining car. There was tea and coffee available in their quarters but Charles was craving something different, sweeter.
Something to help him sleep. He shouldn’t really be going where he was without letting his Captains know, but for some reason Charles needed to be there.
When he entered the dining car he wasn’t really surprised to see someone else already sitting at the bar nursing exactly what he was after. He sat down beside the man.
‘Uncle Charlie.’
‘Scooter.’
‘Ha. I forgot you used to call me that.’
‘I think it’s about time you called me Charles, Scott. You have more than earned the right.’
‘I’d like that, Charles. Thank you.’
‘What can I get you, Sir?’
‘I’ll have a hot chocolate too, please.’
The waiter placed a tall glass of hot chocolate on the counter and discreetly withdrew.
The two men didn’t say anything for a moment, just took a sip and put their glasses down in unison.
And turned when a third person entered the carriage.
Captain Foster cursed the presence of Colonel White and Scott Tracy – trust those two to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. They were spoiling her plans! But she couldn’t very well carry on now – they would be suspicious if she did. So she nodded to them, asked the waiter for a bottle of sparkling water and returned the way she had come. There would be plenty of time to do what she had planned…
Scott frowned as the Captain left and opened his mouth to say something when the train started shaking more than a top-of-the-range train should do…
But before he could hit his comm to call John the lights went out and they were both thrown to the floor.
~
‘John!’
‘EOS?’
‘There has been an earthquake.’
John’s fingers flew as he pulled up the data, paling when he saw what…or rather where this was happening. He hit the emergency klaxon and was gratified as always when his brothers and sister were ready and waiting in seconds.
‘Guys, we have a situation.’
‘What is it, John?’
‘Earthquake in Switzerland. The Alps to be exact.’
‘The Alps…’
‘Yes. The train that Scott is on is in the epicentre of the quake. EOS is trying to raise him but by my calculations they would be in the Gotthard Base Tunnel and that alone would create communication difficulties without the earthquake.’
‘How large is it?’
‘As earthquakes go it isn’t the biggest but it has combined with extra snowfall after a wet summer…Alan, you have One.’
‘FAB. We’re on our way, John. Keep trying to get through to Scott. Thunderbirds are go.’
It took One less than an hour to get to the epicentre.
It was an hour too long.
Alan circled the area, taking aerial images for Five and Two, and he had a lump in his throat the entire time.
Where the mountainside should be, where the Gotthard tunnel ran through…was just a pile of debris and snow.
The train was definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Right so I had the dumbest idea last night and decided to dedicate all of today to getting this comic done, it’s probably not the best and the idea itself is kinda stupid but hey I have an example for comics for commissions now YIPEEEEEE
Right so I had the dumbest idea last night and decided to dedicate all of today to getting this comic done, it’s probably not the best and the idea itself is kinda stupid but hey I have an example for comics for commissions now YIPEEEEEE
Listening to a brit find out that every state has a different flag and have a mental breakdown and "go through the five stages of what the fuck" is a very funny experience
Listening to a brit find out that every state has a different flag and have a mental breakdown and "go through the five stages of what the fuck" is a very funny experience
Right so I had the dumbest idea last night and decided to dedicate all of today to getting this comic done, it’s probably not the best and the idea itself is kinda stupid but hey I have an example for comics for commissions now YIPEEEEEE
Right so I had the dumbest idea last night and decided to dedicate all of today to getting this comic done, it’s probably not the best and the idea itself is kinda stupid but hey I have an example for comics for commissions now YIPEEEEEE
Right so I had the dumbest idea last night and decided to dedicate all of today to getting this comic done, it’s probably not the best and the idea itself is kinda stupid but hey I have an example for comics for commissions now YIPEEEEEE
Right so I had the dumbest idea last night and decided to dedicate all of today to getting this comic done, it’s probably not the best and the idea itself is kinda stupid but hey I have an example for comics for commissions now YIPEEEEEE
Bit short compared to the others, but I seriously had fun with this
Waking up in a room surrounded by green, metallic walls, Scott’s eyes tiredly blink open. He finds himself laying on his back, a multitude of blue blurs of varying volumes hovering around him. He tries to alert them with a noise, a hum, at the most.
Something soft reaches for his forehead, it’s a small hand, a pleasantly cold one at that. Slowly, it pulls itself upwards until it makes for his scalp. Then, begins delicately brushing its tender fingers into his hair one at a time, removing dried crusts of old hair gel; like a bird preening the feathers of a moulting brother.
Scott can’t help but close his eyes, a tension that he didn’t know existed releases itself from his shoulders. He tries to look up at the face of the caring for him, only for the calming sensation to return, forcing his eyes back down to a close with a leisurely sigh.
