Author's Note: hey readers everywhere! It's been so long, but I have finally found a good computer to work with! YAY! So before I go back, edit, and finish my other projects, this idea appeared and is forcing me to write it before I get anything else done. This is an AU universe for the original series The Thunderbirds. Hopefully, you will enjoy it, and as for disclaimer...c'mon we all know I don't own The Thunderbirds, or there would've been a better movie. Now sit back, relax, and prepare for Takeoff!

Chapter 1

The room was the stereotypical room for an interrogation. Limited lighting, one table with one seat facing the only door, and of course the large one way window. The man currently sitting in the chair waiting to be questioned by the standard issue government agents was not a patient man. Having been both a colonel in the U.S. Air Force and a N.A.S.A astronaut, you'd have thought that the man with only slightly greying brown hair, would have been taught to sit cooly in situations such as this one. But this was not a normal combat situation, it was not a lunar exploration mission. No, this was far more serious.

"Colonel Tracey."

Jeff Tracey turned his attention toward the door. As he had assumed, two government agents, dressed like they were ready for the courtroom rather than a government detainment center, walked in. The man appeared in his late twenties, slightly stumbled chin, which Jeff accounted for lack of sleep, trying to make a false dominating appearance. His partner, on the other hand, a female in her mid twenties, tried to put on show of false sympathy, trying to show some sign of concern for the situation Jeff found himself in.

"Good cop bad cop?" He thought to himself, "Who do they think I am, some pasty teenager being brought in for their first traffic violation." Then, out loud, he spoke to the agent who had addressed him.

"It's just Mr. Tracey, I'm no longer a colonel."

"Fine then, Mr. Tracey." the man replied in an impatient tone, "My name is agent Grant, and this is Agent Parks. You've been informed as to why you're here I assume?"

Jeff resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "If I hadn't would you be here?"

Agent Parks cleared her throat, trying to hide a small smirk, then readjusted herself, taking a small remote and lighting up the large screen behind her. The screen showed several images of a laboratory including coordinates and security footage.

"Mr. Tracey, the recent incident at Revolve labs on the island Tarawa, it has put the government in a difficult situation. "

She clicked the a button on the remote and it showed three different images. One was of a large red, rocket looking jet plane, the other was a more rounded plane that almost seemed to hover just above the ground. Another was shown underwater and seemed to be the oddest looking submarine the world had ever seen.

"Each of these machines were spotted at the time of the incident," continued Agent Parks, "performing feats of such magnitude, that the inhabitants who saw them called them 'Kiseki no tenshi-tachi'. "

"Angels of miracles huh?" Mused Jeff, "not exactly what I would've called them."

"Mr Tracey, we know these are your designs," said Agent Grant, "we know that both you and government scientist Dr. Hiram Hackenbacker, we're assigned to design and create these machines over twelve years ago, and that about seven years ago, the program was shut down and the machines and the plans for them were to be destroyed."

"Obviously they weren't completely destroyed," Jeff replied cooly, "but both Dr. Hackenbacker and I were held hostage during the incident so we had nothing to do with the machines."

"We know that sir," replied Parks. Clicking two more buttons, five new video surveillance videos appeared on the screen, "but these men were."

Jeff sighed, running a weary hand over his face as he stared at the images. The first one was of a man who was about 26, whose brown hair and face were covered with soot as he desperately tried to pull a scientist back over a railing. The next showed a man with similar hair color, but seems a few years younger and a few inches shorter, who was helping hold a bleeding man's wound to try and stem the bleeding. The third image showed yet a younger man, who was a much lighter build with ash white hair, furiously typing away at a complex computer security code. The fourth picture showed a younger man with fiery red hair who was diving off of a twenty foot cliff, into water to save a three men who had fallen off the cliff face. The final image showed a teen with short blonde hair, running from a group of heavy built men, the teen then just barely sliding under a closing security door, blocking the other men from following him. The teen smilingly widely at them as he gave a mock salute. Jeff was so caught up in staring he barely registered Agent Grant saying,

"Mr Tracey, we know these men found your plans and rebuilt them, they've already admit to that, the question we want you to answer is how? How did five boys, the oldest of which barely out of college, managed to rebuild such sophisticated technology in such a short period of time?"

Jeff remained silent, glaring at the man.

"Mr Tracey, we have them here already, we know their identities," said Agent Parks firmly, "the only way to help them, is to help us, tell us, how did they manage to do what they did? "

Jeff smiled for the first time in several hours, then replied, "They're Tracey boys, it's in their D.N.A."

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