#~beatrix

[sonatanotwo]

"Man," Bee groans, stretching her shoulders, "Next time we have to head out to the middle of nowhere to do a rescue for hours on end, remind me to, you know, /not/." She chuckles, looking over to Virgil. "You doing ok?"

He glanced away from the dash of Thunderbird 2 to cast a sympathetic grin over at Bee. “If it helps, it does get easier,” Virgil offered, with a soft chuckle. The rescue had been, he supposed, a far cry from the sort of missions the likes of her and Lady Penelope usually took on.

“I’m doing alright... little tired, bit sore and a lot hungry.” He might have been understating a few of those things, but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t accustomed too. It had been a tough mission, but it wasn’t even gonna rank on the tough missions of all time list.

[sonatanotwo]

Beatrix puts her hand on Virgil's shoulder and squeezes gently. "You and bombs need to stop meeting in such dubious cicumstances, hm?" Of course, she's referring to their whole incident in the desert, but the news of the SWD hadn't settled well in her stomach.

“Tell me about it,” Virgil replied with a chuckle. It ended up being quite the rescue, but had worked out pretty well in the end---they’d been lucky, really.

“I’ll be glad to never bump into any explosives like that again... or any really, but I somehow doubt that’ll happen.”

[sonatanotwo]

Time for Tea

Back to back rescues weren’t always tough to pull off. There were exceptions to the rule, but today hadn’t been one of those exceptions. A quick side trip on the way from one rescue turned into something far more involved and exhausting than he’d expected. Tired and hungry, the trip home felt like a long way. Sure, autopilot was an option, but Virgil didn’t really like to use it for long distances.

He was, however, a pretty short flight away from England. His first instinct was to consider contacting Lady Penelope, but he also seemed to recall she’d mentioned the other day she was going to some conference. Or was that several days ago? Virgil couldn’t remember now, but another memory came to mind.

There had been an open ended offer of dinner offered to him not so long ago from another agent of theirs. She could be pretty busy herself, but… It couldn’t hurt to try, right?

Virgil gave the most cheerful smile he could muster when Beatrix Hayes’ hologram appeared, in spite of his tired and disheveled appearance. “Hey there, Bee!” he greeted, “Uh… so… you remember that time you said you had a teapot to show me?”

[sonatanotwo]

"So," Beatrix slides over, perching herself comfortably next to Virgil and crossing one leg over the other. There's a cheeky smile on her face. "Thundersub Two, huh?"

Uh oh. It’s not that it’s Bee that causes that reaction--not in the slightest. Virgil enjoys her company a great deal. No, it’s the type of smile on her face that causes it. It’s the sort of smile he sees most often on Gordon’s face. Luckily, he doesn’t have to wait long to find out why she’s smiling so cheekily at him.

“Uh... yes?” he responds awkwardly, surprised to hear his own, admittedly rather weak, pun thrown back at him. “It... felt fitting at the time.”

[virgil-tracy]

"Is your brother always that cocky?" There's a wet paper towel wrapped around the knuckles of her left hand, hiding the redness there. She's not even sorry.

Ah~ Well, well, well... so this must be who his brother pissed off. “Oh, I’d say about %95 of the time,” he responds with a grin. “What did he say to earn those shiners?”

[sonatanotwo]

"Virgil? If I offer you coffee and cookies, can I come hide here with you?"

“Heh, you don’t gotta offer me anything, buuut I won’t say no if you still bring some along,” he responds with a grin.

“Uh. So... What exactly are you hiding from? ...if you don’t mind me asking, that is.”

[sonatanotwo]

Beatrix quietly slides Virgil a cup of coffee with a soft smile. "Never seen you take a hit like that before. Did Scott do his smother thing?"

Ah, coffee. Now there was a thing he could use. Virgil smiled appreciatively as he accepted the mug, cupping it between his hands. “Thanks, Bee.”

He paused to take a drink from it before answering. “It’s the first time someone so directly attacked one of our Thunderbirds…” he responded, the events still weighing heavily on his mind. A soft chuckle followed, “You better believe he did. It rattled him as much as it did me.”

[sonatanotwo]

"The rockies?" Beatrix questions with a tilt of the head, unaware if it was a band, a group or... something else. A set of mountains, maybe? Her eyes twinkle at the thought. "Ah, painting is interesting." She nods, "Does it feel good to have it finished?" At the question, Bee merely shrugs. "Neither good nor bad. Just okay." She smiles a little.

"As in the Rocky Mountains? The long mountain range that runs north/south through much of western North America?" he responded, with a raised brow, wondering what she'd been thinking he meant.

"Well, sure. Been awhile since I really felt like painting, so it was good to get one done," Virgil said, sounding like he'd been rather pleased with the outcome.

"Well... Okay." He wasn’t exactly convinced, but was not about to in any way pry.