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Nikki and Dom were maneuvering an antigrav stretcher into the medical cabin, and they paused at the top of the ramp when they heard the shouting. Someone was upset, that was certain, and Dom's eyes narrowed as he saw that whoever it was, they were towering over Dianne.
"If you'll get this one inside, Angel, I'll go see what's wrong," Dom told his companion.
"Okay, Dak. But be careful!" Nikki replied. "It doesn't sound good."
"F-A-B," Dom said as he headed down into the crowd surrounding Thunderbird Seven.
He came up on the source of the shouting: a huge Fijian man, with forearms as big around as Dianne's thighs. He was shouting in her face, poking her in the collarbone with a thick finger. She was trying to calm him, but it wasn't working.
Frowning as he approached, Dom tapped his communicator and said, "Mobile Control from Thunderbird Seven, we have a security issue here and need some back up."
Scott's voice sounded in his ear. "F-A-B, Dak! We're on our way!"
Dom sped up, and insinuated his thin form between Dianne and her attacker. "All right, Sunshine. What's the problem here?"
The Fijian backed off for a split second, but before Dom knew it, the man's meaty hands were on his shoulders and he was being shaken, hard. "I want my son!" the man shouted angrily. "Where is my son?"
The world spun in Dom's vision, but suddenly, the shaking stopped. The man had been knocked to the ground by a running Virgil, who had tackled the man in fine linebacker style. Then the Fijian was grabbed and held by a small group of his countrymen, who had been alerted to the fracas, and Scott came up at a run, weapon drawn. Dom found himself falling back against Dianne, who caught him and set him upright.
"Are you two all right?" Scott asked the medics.
"I will be, once the world stops spinning," Dom said, shaking his head lightly, and groaning, making a mental note not to do that again.
"Ah am," Dianne drawled, rubbing her shoulder. "Dak, you'd bettuh lie down for a while. You're gonna have a nasty headache."
"And a pair of black eyes," he added with a rueful tone. "At least things are settling down and I'm not seeing stars anymore. I'll take some pain killers now, and lie down later. We still have work to do."
Dianne huffed out a breath, then put her hand on Dom's back, guiding him over to Thunderbird Seven. "You let me be th' judge o' that," she said firmly.
Scott walked over to where the man now sat quietly, sniffling, his head hanging down. Virgil was standing there, his arms folded, scowling, his weapon drawn.
"Listen carefully to me," Scott said to the man, crouching down so that they were at eye level. "I don't know what your beef is, but don't even think about threatening our people again. If you do, we'll shoot first and ask questions later. International Rescue protects its own."
"I want my son," the man murmured, tearfully now. "I can't find my son."
"Then go over to the missing persons station and start there," Scott told him.
"We'll take him there," one of the other Fijians said. "And we'll make sure he doesn't bother your people again."
"Thank you," Scott replied. He stood, holstering his gun. Virgil followed his lead.
The man stood up, helped by his countrymen, and was led off toward the missing persons station. Scott shook his head. He glanced over at Virgil, and made a motion with his head toward Thunderbird Seven.
"I've got to get back to Mobile Control. See if Doc could use some help, and let me know. Dom may be down for the count after this. I'll send Quasar along so you can get back to Thunderbird Two."
"F-A-B," Virgil responded. He turned and jogged off in the direction of the medical unit.
Scott glanced around the clearing at the people who were waiting for treatment. Some of them looked up at him with expressions ranging from awe to fear. He sighed, then headed back to his station.
rewritten and posted by Tikatu, based on a post by ArtisticRainey
  
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