Jeff Tracy was sitting in his chair in his dark office, staring at the black monitor screen. It was now half past eleven. He could hear Virgil telling someone he was going to bed.

How on earth could I have missed that? Jeff thought. Why didn't they just tell me about that?

Must he tell his sons of what he heard? And how should he do that?

Suddenly he felt a huge anger coming up. Before he knew it, he had hit the table with his fist out of anger.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Jeff turned around to see one of his sons looking at him in the door.

"Yes, thanks Virgil, I just saw a fly".

Virgil raise an eyebrow and looked at his father for a few seconds. "Well, I'm off to bed, good night dad."

"Night son."

Jeff watched how Virgil turned around and went into the corridor. He sighed deep and laid his head in his hands. He remained in this position for fifteen minutes and was disturbed by one of his other sons.

"Hey dad, can I talk to you for a moment?"

Jeff rubbed his eyes before looking to the door again.

"Of course Scott, tell me everything what's on your mind."

Scott stopped halfway the office with a confused face.

"Okay..." He said. "It's about that new engine mechanism on Thunderbird 3."

"Thunderbird 3...I thought your Bird was called Thunderbird 1." Jeff said with a smile.

His oldest son always put his nose into the business of his brothers, even if it's about their Thunderbirds. Scott took a chair and sat down next to his father.

"Brains gave me this diagram..." Scott begun.

Jeff looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Okay, Brains gave Gordon this diagram which I lend from him without asking, but with good intention."

"Go on."

"I've noticed that if we would decrease this, Thunderbird 3 could make much more speed and would win much more height in less than half a minute."

Jeff looked at the diagram but didn't really pay attention to it.

"Scott, I think it's better if you let Brains have a look at this, tomorrow. Now go to bed, I talked to John this morning and he says there is a storm heading towards Japan so we might get a call this night."

"Okay dad, sleep well."

Jeff only nodded and watched how his son walked out of the office. He spend the rest of the night thinking of how to deal with something like this.