28 year old FBI Agent Naomi Winchester was annoyed. When she had been called in to help with a case for the New York division of the CJC, she had expected to in and out. And she did exactly that. With the case practically wrapped up, Naomi had packed her bags and was out the door to catch her plane back to Washington, DC. Of course the world had better plans. Mother Nature had whipped up the hurricane known as Hurricane Nick. Even with strong gusts and waves, four teenagers had gone swimming in the sea. Yes it was a brilliant idea with the heat that New York had recently come across but when a hurricane was approaching? Not so much. Even then Naomi wouldn't have been there. But a senator's daughter was one of the four teenagers and DC had agreed to lend Naomi for a few more days because of her reputation of getting High Profile cases closed and out of the press for as long as possible. Now she was stuck organising Search and Rescue teams so that they could bring the stupid teen's home. If this hadn't had happened, Naomi would be back in her apartment looking through the photos of her parents and little brother like she did every year on July 14th. But she was even more worried than she was annoyed. Hurricane Nick was closer now and the winds caused Naomi's long brown hair to be thrown into her face. If they didn't find the teens soon, the teen's only hope would be International Rescue. And it could be very slim hope. Intelligence Agencies, like the FBI and NSA, were very suspicious of the group of rescuers. With the anonymity that they had along with the machines they used could pose a threat if it ever got in the wrong hands or the men turned dark. International Rescue, on the other, hand never liked to tie themselves to a country and very rarely came if it was the Navy, Air Force, Army or Intelligence Agencies that called. Hopefully they would come to this rescue. Soon any attempts of a rescue using what Naomi had been issued would be too hard to do.
"Agent Winchester!" The techie called out "I still can't get the Thunderbirds,"
"Just keep trying!" Naomi ordered. She brought her walkie talkie to her mouth.
"Agent Zillwood – Status update please,"
"We've managed to find them. But there's no way we'll be able to get to them. Breaker's Point is too unstable on a normal day to support too much weight, imagine what it would be like now,"
"I get the picture Zillwood. Send me the coordinates. Try to get in contact with them. We'll need to know exactly what injuries, if any, have been sustained,"
"This is International Rescue. What is your situation?" The radio crackled. Naomi snatched the communicator from the tech guy's hand.
"This is FBI Agent Naomi Winchester. We've got four teenagers at Breaker's Point clinging to life. The point is highly unstable on a normal day to support anything more than a four wheel drive. With Hurricane Nick blowing, we have no chance," Naomi said "I know that you don't like coming to the call of an Intelligence Agency and my superiors and colleagues don't exactly trust you boys but if we're to save these teens, we need the help of International Rescue. There's no other way to save them according to the locals,"
"I'll see what I can do. Keep this line open. Do you by any chance know the condition that they are in?"
"No. We've only just found them. I'm heading out after this conversation. By the time I get there, hopefully we'll have some idea of what's going on,"
"I'll be in contact soon," The man cut the connection. Naomi grabbed a FBI raincoat.
"If International Rescue call again, transfer the call to my radio," She ordered
"What's the situation John?" Jeff Tracy asked his second born. The hologram of the older blond hair, blue eyed Tracy started speaking.
"Well the FBI are in a bit of a pickle Dad," John replied "Four teenagers have been found at Breaker's Point, clinging to life. According to the agent in charge, the point isn't stable enough to hold more than a four wheel drive on a good day. With Hurricane Nick approaching New York, it will incredibly unstable. We're the teenager's only hope,"
"Anything else?" Jeff asked
"The agent is heading to Breaker's Point as we speak. She's said that by the time she gets there they'll hopefully have made contact,"
"Tell her that we're on our way John,"
"We're going dad," Virgil said as he and Scott left their seats and headed for their entrances for their 'birds.
"Can I go Dad?" 17 year old Alan asked "Someone has to keep 2 steady for the rescue platform and I don't see Gordon anywhere," Jeff laughed. 90% of the time it would have been the fourth born, 20 year old Gordon, going on missions like this. But with Gordon in America for final preparations for the Olympics, Alan had been picking up the slack.
"Go on," Alan exited the lounge to go down into the hangers. Jeff smiled as the heard the engines of Thunderbird 1 take off.
"International Rescue to Agent Winchester,"
"Agent Winchester, go ahead International Rescue," Naomi answered her crackling radio.
"Thunderbird one will be with you within 40 minutes and Thunderbird two will be another six minutes after that. Op One will be contacting you soon but in the meantime do you know of any causalities or injuries?"
"I hope your man brought the big first aid kit. We have a broken leg on a 19 year old male with cuts and bruises of everyone. Thank you for coming to help,"
"Thanks for the information Agent,"
"Thunderbird One to Agent Winchester,"
"Hello Thunderbird One, what can I do for you?"
"I'm 20 minutes out from your position, is there anywhere I can land and set up a mobile control?"
"We've got a tent about 2 miles down the coast from Breaker's Point. When you land tell the guys that they're to follow your orders under the order of Agent Naomi Winchester. Hopefully they'll cooperate,"
"Thank you for your cooperation Agent,"
"No problem,"
Thunderbird One had set up the mobile control with no problem and Thunderbird Two had arrived on scene shortly after.
"Here's the plan Agent Winchester," Virgil instructed "Op 5 will lower the rescue platform from Two with me on it. We need a second person to help get the teenagers onto the platform so we'll stop on the way down so that you can come. Between the two of us we'll be able to get those teens off the ledge and into the medical bay real quick,"
"Okay, let's do this," Agent Winchester said.
The platform stop level to the wet and cold teenagers.
"Our priority should be the boy with the broken leg," Op 3 said.
"And the Senator's daughter," Naomi muttered. With help of the two female teenagers, she and Op 3 were able to get the broken leg boy onto the platform.
"Okay which one of you is Ellen?" Naomi asked. The blond female raised her hand
"Ellen, you're next," Ellen shook her head.
"I'm afraid of heights. And metal cages,"
"I'll handle this Op 3," Naomi told the International Rescue operative "Ellen, my name is Agent Naomi Winchester. Your father told me about your fears but if you're to survive today we need you to grab our hands so we can get you back to your father. I know what you're going through. I hated being in a car for years after my parents died in car accident. But I was strong. And we need you to be stronger so that you can keep your friend alive while we get the others on board. It will be quick ride up to the medic bay and then back home," She held out her hand. Op 3 did the same. Ellen grabbed both hands and got pulled into the metal cage known as the Rescue Platform. The other two teens were easier to get on. But when Naomi pulled the final teen up, her hand slipped. And she fell overboard. Op 3 reacted quickly, dropping to his knees and grabbing Naomi's hand. With help of the other boy, he was able to pull her onto the platform. Of course, nearly falling had consequences on the 28 year old female. She started hyperventilating. She was feeling something that hadn't happened in over 10 years.
"Agent Winchester!" Op 3 called out "You need to calm down!"
"I'm having a panic attack!" Naomi said "I need to you hold me by my shoulders and listen," Op 3 did as he was told.
"What now?" He asked.
"Scott Carpenter Tracy. Born on April 4th and has been around for 29 years. He's got black hair and caramel eyes," She said "John Glenn Tracy, October 8th. His 27th birthday is in a few months. Blond hair and blue eyes,"
Virgil blinked behind his mask. The female agent was reciting his brother's descriptions. John had said that the agent was called Naomi Winchester. Why hadn't they made the connection? Why hadn't he made it sooner? The FBI Agent was none other than his oldest brother's childhood best friend, Naomi Winchester. The girl who lived next door to him for most of his life was sitting right in front of him. He hadn't seen her for over four years.
"Virgil Grissom Tracy. He'll be 24 on August 15th. Brown hair and brown eyes,"
"Keep going," Virgil said as he saw that her breathing was almost regular again.
"Gordon Cooper Tracy, but we like to call him Squirt or Copper Head. Red hair and brown eyes. I believe he's 20 now and his birthday is Valentine's Day," Naomi said "And finally the Sprout or Alan Sheppard Tracy. Probably 17 I think. Blond hair and blues eyes like his mum and older brother. March the 12th," Naomi's breathing was back to normal a couple of breaths later.
"Op 3! Are you ready for me to let the platform up or not?" Alan's impatient voice came over his helmet's ear piece.
"Take her up Op 5," Virgil responded.
"Have you had a panic attack before?" Virgil asked Naomi as she sat on a chair in the medical bay, wrapped in a blanket. He knew the answer already but he had to keep pretence up that they did not know each other.
"I haven't had one since I was 15. So, yes I've had a few but not in a long time. I guess it was the whole near death experience on the anniversary of another near death experience," Naomi replied, playing with a gold ring with two diamonds set on either side of a ruby on a gold necklace "My parents and little brother died in a car accident when I was six. I got a scar from the surgery to remove a glass shard that got lodged in my arm. And, whoever you are, if you could keep the whole I-know-every-single-description-of-the-sons-of-Jeff-Tracy under wraps for me, I'll be grateful. I knew the boys growing up,"
"Of course I will," Virgil said "Now if you excuse me, I've got to go talk to my co-pilot and land Two somewhere safe where you and the others can get proper medical attention," Naomi nodded. Virgil left the medical bay and entered the cockpit.
"What took so long Virg?" Alan asked, confused.
"Naomi had a panic attack," Virgil explained "Had to calm her down first,"
"So you and the Agent already on first name basis?"
"We all are on a first name basis with this FBI Agent. Do you know who she talked about as she talked herself out of the panic attack?" Alan shook his head "She told me the descriptions of every single of us,"
"No way. Out of all the FBI agents and Naomi Winchesters in America, you just happen save our dear brother's best friend," Alan said, connecting the dots "Why didn't we get their earlier?"
"Maybe because we haven't seen her since the summer holidays before I left for college," Virgil said as Alan got out of the pilot seat. Alan took the co-pilot seat while Virgil took his rightful seat at the controls.
"Radio Scott the information please Alan," He ordered his youngest brother "I feel that if we do it this way, he won't be as surprised,"
"Sure Virg," Alan said, opening a line with Scott.
