Thunderbirds Virgil Tracy Novels & Stories

His attack didn’t seem to work at all. His side twitched again, as if wanting him to respond, but he ignored it since he knew this wasn’t the time to use his thunder again. Rather, he couldn’t, not without risking the people in mid-air being zapped and after seeing what the mandrake could do with his thunder. There were six people still above, and they couldn’t get to the other three without removing the ones they had already knocked over.

Before the three men in raincoats could react, the rear doors of the trucks flew open, and a dozen private security operators carrying heavy carbon-fiber shields and tactical equipment deployed onto the asphalt, completely outnumbering Tristan's men within seconds. The driver’s side door of the lead commercial truck opened, and Vance Sterling stepped out into the freezing downpour. He didn't hold an umbrella. The rain immediately soaked through his dark charcoal vest and white shirt sleeves, his broad chest rising and falling with a violent, territorial fury. His large fists were clenched tight at his sides, his jaw ticking with a murderous rage as he marched past his tactical teams, his hea

I light another stick of cigarette from the dying embers of the first one and close my eyes. Ash, my boy, it's time to take up the reigns of the family business.To do that, you've got to have big balls, that's something you need to acquire. I open my eyes as father's words echoe loudly in my head. That was sixteen years ago. I had grown big balls alright, they were so big that the Thunder name had become something to be reckoned with ever since then, and it had come at a steep price. When people set eyes on me, they see the definition of bad with a touch of evil. Suits me just fine actually.

But Agent Vernon didn’t understand that he wasn’t in an action movie. Agent Vernon loved to work on his muscle car. He rebuilt the transmission in his 1973 Firebird and he loved drag racing his Firebird whenever he would get the chance. Agent Vernon was all tattooed up just like the gunman, and he had a half-shaven head. He also had piercings that stretched his earlobes.

Was he going to take the call in private or let me listen? “Let’s hear it, Virgil. We don’t keep secrets from each other.” He told him. I smiled. “After Curtis woke up he ran out of the hospital. We are searching for him in the pack but be on alert in case he has left my territory.” Virgil sounded remorseful, “His elite training has been very useful to him.” “Thank you for letting us know,” Vance responded politely, “How was his overall health?” Virgil went silent. “Virgil, is there something that you don’t want us to know?” I asked this time.

"I'd rather die here than destroy an entire dimension." Tracy widened his eyes. "Well, I sure as hell don't want to die! I'll go if you aren't going to!" He muttered a string of chants, waving the scepter in his grasp as a ray of light shot out to strike the barrier. Wilbur was shocked at this, scrambling to take out the thunder cleaver to stop the attack. Tracy had no choice but to duck so Wilbur's attack would not hit him, and he glowered at Wilbur. "Are you out of your f*cking mind? We're on the same team, Wilbur! Did you forget that?"