BACKGROUND
In my writing I've used the same history for the Tracy brothers as the original series. Some people have said that because John was watching Stingray in the first episode that WASP can't exist now, but I choose to think it's like watching detective or medical dramas, police and doctors still exist in the real world too. Therefore, WASP still exists in the TAG real world too.
GDF = Global Defense Force
WASP = World Aquanaut Security Patrol
Chapter 1 – A moonlit meeting
The ever loyal Parker drove his charge through the pretty streets of Paris in the iconic pink FAB1. He was particularly glad that Sherbet had not crossed the Channel with them. It was late and the streetlights illuminated the quaint shop fronts and cafes. Parker pulled up outside the Café Atalante and opened the door for Lady Penelope. She elegantly exited the car with a "Thank you Parker," and made straight for the table where an older gentleman sat. Parker waited by the car.
"Lady Penelope!" the man happily proclaimed as she slid on to the seat opposite him.
"Sir Jeremy," she courteously replied.
The waiter arrived at the table and perhaps more out of habit Lady Penelope noted the general appearance of the man. His tie was poorly done as though he'd rushed getting dressed, although his shoes were very well shined and tidy from scuffs. He had short brown hair and was clean shaven, she didn't notice the colour of his eyes. She observed that as he stood with his hands clasped in front of him there was a red mark like a squiggle between his thumb and wrist. It was as though he'd drawn red pen on his hand, although Penelope couldn't recall the last time she'd ever seen anyone using a biro.
"Thank you for coming, my dear. May I get you a drink?" Sir Jeremy asked. Lady Penelope waved her hand and politely refused. Sir Jeremy turned to the waiter, "A whiskey dear fellow, on the rocks." The waiter nodded and left.
"And to what do I owe the pleasure Sir Jeremy?" Lady Penelope enquired of her summons to Paris.
"Are we safe to talk?" he asked, "You weren't followed?"
Lady Penelope shook her head and said "No, we were not."
"I'm concerned about a friend of mine," Lord Jeremy started but as the waiter returned with his drink he shifted uncomfortably and maintained a silence until he was out of ear shot again. "Professor Borender was meant to speak at the World Scientific Consortium in Anderbad last week, but he never arrived."
"And that would be unusual behaviour for the Professor I take it?" Lady Penelope asked.
"Highly," Sir Jeremy commented. He continued to tell Lady Penelope about how he had assisted the Professor on occasion with some work that related to a project that Borender was over-seeing, but he had kept the details of the project a secret from him. He described to Lady Penelope some of the lengths the Professor went to and little secretive ways he had. Sir Jeremy had thought the Professor was going bonkers and suffering from paranoid delusions, however, he had suddenly disappeared before the conference in Anderbad where he was to be revealing the culmination of his life's work. Sir Jeremy believed the Professor was going to reveal the product of the secret project he'd given some assistance with but it was hard to say with the way the Professor had kept all the details so closely guarded. It was only now that Sir Jeremy had realised that perhaps his colleague had had good reason to be paranoid.
"When was the last time you saw him?" Lady Penelope questioned.
"We had lunch right here the day before the conference," Sir Jeremy answered, "I saw him on to the hanging monotrain to Anderbad myself. Yet when I enquired with them after he missed the conference they claimed there were no records of him ever being on the train." His voice rose slightly with his frustration. "I KNOW he boarded it!"
Sir Jeremy regained his composure and straightened his tie, perhaps a little embarrassed about his outburst. He awkwardly smiled at Lady Penelope and took a sip of his drink.
"Alright, Sir Jeremy," Lady Penelope reassured, "I believe it's worthy of investigation, you can leave it to me."
He smiled gratefully at the young blonde Lady. They parted with a friendly kiss on the cheek. Parker opened the door to FAB1.
"To your 'otel, m'lady?" he asked.
"Yes thank you Parker," she answered as she slid in to the back seat. While Parker drove she opened her compact and contacted International Rescue.
"Lady P!" Scott's hologram greeted. "What's the occasion?"
"I was wondering if you could look in to any trouble on the Anderbad hanging monorail transport link over the last week," she requested.
"Sure thing," Scott replied. "I'll patch in John."