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**In a thick white cloud of despair had caved in. Everything was gone.....the life of luxury anyway possible, having vast amounts of money to spend at my fingertips, my home, my family, my friends, my life of research and discoveries was ALL gone. It feels like I am in a swirl of nothingness like falling down from heaven down to hell in a timeless matter, as if this hell wasn't going to end. Everything was gone! An image had come, as if someone was creeping up from behind. I turn around to see someone there with a gun coming towards me. Trying to recognize the plain soulless face which was coming towards me, "I asked what I did to deserve this." Then Bang!**
Where it All Starts (Chapter 2)
It was in the year of 2066; International Rescue has been in full swing for almost two years now. Having successfully completed many missions under their belt, the very handsome men who are known as International Rescue where waiting around the villa on the secluded Tracy Island in the Pacific. Virgil, who was dark brown with a masculine body with brown hair and brown eyes, was in the process of painting a white flower which blooms every ten years which he has been intrigued with painting since his late mother used to paint. Gordon, known as the water rat red head; was playing a game of chess with Brains. Across the room, Alan, the young blonde; was in the middle of an intellectual chat with Tin-Tin while holding this month latest issue of car and guy magazine. While the eldest of the brothers, Scott, was on his away back form having to take care of the family business in New York with Tracey Enterprises. Scott was known as quite the looker, with having a very well built figure which suited him nicely. With dark tanned skin which was very well accented with his shinny brown hair. Only who knows how he got that perfect smile with the luscious lips to only be kissed with. While Mr. Tracy the lead man behind International Rescue, was relaxing outside by the pool and chatting away with their London agent, Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward.
"It's been quite for a few days now. This is good for the boys since they need to rest and recover with that last mission in Moscow. Scott should be returning just in time for dinner tonight."
"It's good for the boys they needed their rest, Jeff. Especially after the back to back rescues and with the hood, plus Scott were beginning to get edgy, all of us was getting on his nerves. He needed the break from all of us."
While sipping his lemonade the tip of his paper umbrella started to light up, telling Jeff that was he was wanted from Thunderbird 5. Jeff stood up and started heading into the lounge. Jeff went into the lounge where the wall of pictures where of all the men in their uniforms. The portrait with John was flashing. Jeff went behind his large black marble desk and sat down behind it. He flipped a switch signaling it was okay to go. A security measure which was installed when their doctor, Elizabeth; from the main land came to stay with them when Alan was injured.
"Go ahead John."
John's picture appeared on the screen with Thunderbird 5s background on it which were only the instruments recording and recognizing a call from International Rescue in any language. . "In New Mexico, there has been a small explosion at a research station. Right now a few people are trapped but safe. They aren't close to any of the dangerous chemicals that they have there. There are teams right now trying to secure the fire cause by the explosion and save the trapped people. If the fire expands anymore it could set of a chain of explosions."
Looking down at his desk, deciding on what to do, "John, keep a watch on how things progress on. If things start to get out of hand let me know A.S.A.P."
"F.A.B. Father!" and then the screen turned off and back with John's picture of him in his uniform.
"Is there anything wrong Jeff?" Asking politely as Penelope was walking back in from the pool.
"There is nothing which they can't handle for now. If things get anymore dangerous at the research station and then I would send the boys out. Brains are you familiar with the research station out in New Mexico and what would be the situation if things got out of hand there?" In the mean time, Brains coming in from the villa to the lounge.
"W-e-ll Mr. Tracy, I d--o know of that researrrrrch station. It happ-ens to be one of the top ones in th--e world. They have been working o--n many inventions there. Such as one of my very old friends at the station w-a-as working on the cure and vac--ations for HIV (AIDS) the last time I haaave talked. With the ex-plosions happing there right now is small and harmless if able to be contained with--out it spreading. But since they do deal with danger-ous and rare chemicals there could cause a lot more expl-osions if not contained and create a crater.
"How big would it be if things did get out of hand?" Virgil came in and was now listening in to what Jeff & Brains conservation.
"Hyper--thercia--lly..the explosion at best could be known big--ger than the Gr--and Canyon."
"That sounds like it would make a new tourist attraction to see!"
Virgil turn around immediately, "Alan that's not the cause is to not to create another tourist attraction. I am most certain that I don't want to be caught when the research station goes up like an atomic explosion."
"But at least they do have control of the situation for now. We can allow them to take care of it right now and no one is in any danger at the moment so there is no need to call send out International Rescue. So just relax Virgil. John would let us know soon as possible if anything has got out of hand. Okay son? How is your painting coming along?"
"Okay Dad. It's coming along quite well. I am only having difficulty getting the right colors since it seems like it has so many colors to capture. The ancient Egyptians believed the seeds of the Nutmeg Flower had magical healing properties. While the current scientists can't vouch for that, the flowering plant does have its modern charms. An annual, it has feathery foliage and grows about 18 inches tall, producing 1 1/2-inch wide, fringed, double, white or blue blossoms, followed by unusual seed pods (good for dry arrangements). The seeds are black and velvety-often called "Four Spice"-and have been used for centuries to flavor curries, breads and cakes. Little known in the States, the plant is more popular in Europe and virtually effortless to grow, prospering in full sun. This winner is not particularly rare, just more unheard of in the United States. There are so many things for me to consider when I paint the flower; I have to consider all of the various things that go along with the flower. I am not just painting the flower I am painting its life."
"Well it looks like its going to be a great piece of art work, son."
"Alan, why don't you go down to the kitchen to help Grandma for dinner? Scott should be returning home soon. Also stay out of the desert. She made that for Scott since it was his favorite."
"I know that Dad. Grandma would have my skin if I even come close to it with a 10 foot pole. It seems like she has a radar detector when it comes to it." Jeff laughed because he knew it too well. "Plus you think Grandma is bad about it, I know a particular person who would have my head for it!" Alan was joking around of course. He left the room and when down to the kitchen. As he walked away and got closer to the kitchen he got a big whiff of all the combination of foods into one. Immediately afterwards his stomach started to growl. Grandma cooking always had this effect on him. Even if he just got done eating, which could feed an army for a year, some how in some way, just that pure smell of grandmas cooking makes him hungry again. It affected everyone in the house as if it was a pelage. It was like she had a stomach pump on order or something.
Jeff sat back in his chair and opened his newspaper and lit a cigar, while everyone else went back to what they were doing until dinner time. Trying not to worry about what could happen if he didn't assist with their problem.
A few hours later, Scott came home just in time for dinner, flying in with one of their private jet planes.
Scott entered the Kitchen.
"Man! Grandma! You have out done yourself. I could start smelling your food ten miles way from home." He leaned over kissing her on her cheek.
"Are your hungry Scott?"
"Very"
His eyes grew larger than his stomach as he watch grandma bring in all the plates from kitchen, seeing the corn on the cob, the huge dish of mash potatoes with gravy on the side, grandma's famous cornbread which melts in your mouth, everyone had a side plate of salad with Karyno's own secret recipe dressing. Choices of pinto beans, barbeque beans, lime beans, and don't forget the green beans. Then there were pork chops (fried and grilled) and country fried chicken, and marinated steaks! Then he couldn't help himself as he saw it, he was over come with joy, which is known as his favorite dish of all. If he had a choice between having every type of food possible and his grandma apple pie he would pick the apple pie. Scott watched Grandma leave the room to come back with more.
Knowing that time was limited before he got caught, he quickly picked up the knife and headed for the pie with no mercy. He could not resist the craving to have just a bite of the pie. Just as right before the knife interested into the pie, "SCOTT TRACY!!! Put that Knife down this instant!" She went over and slapped his hand. "Not before dinner, try that again and none for you tonight! I'll make all of your brothers eat the pie all the way down until the last crumb was gone right front of you in order for you to learn." He couldn't help but smiling this hole entire time since he's been through this so many times before. Even though his smile was so melting to where it would melt a gallon of ice-cream it if was in front of him.
Hearing the clatter from the kitchen, "I take it that Scott is home now." Jeff couldn't resist from smiling. "I can hear Grandma going after him being caught red-handed, so dinner time is not so far. Gordon, go gather up everyone up and tell them that dinner will be way in 5 minutes."
"No problem Dad!"
Jeff turned around to the wall of his sons' picture on it. He was thinking about his middle son, John who is due to be coming home after being up in space for 2 months. It was nice of him to take Alan's time up there for him since he was badly hurt after an accident nearly killed him. Jeff may not appear it but he missed all of his sons when they were gone. Since the past few years since International Rescue has been formed, they have never been tighter then what the have been before. He had only two more weeks to go. Which to him seemed like forever, but; this way Alan would be done with physical therapy and all better and would be able to man Thunderbird 5 again. Scott offered to relieve him when his time came for him to come back to earth but insisted that he stay on the ground since he was a better asset to International Rescue. Something was telling John that he needed to allow Scott to stay. Boy was he right! In the past two months since then they have completed 23 rescues which was a lot for one time. But more than 1/3 of that number was no thanks due to the hood's workings.
"Base to Thunderbird 5"
"Base to Thunderbird 5"
"Hi Father!"
"I am just checking in to see how everything was going out in New Mexico and to see if everything was okay with you."
"Well the crews out in New Mexico are still trying to put out the fires but right now it's contained which is good. They seem to be handing it very well. They got the people who were trapped out. I am doing great but I can't wait to get back there. I miss everyone. I miss my own bed, including the smell of the fresh air. You can say that I have a case of homesickness. I can still hang out for two more weeks. But no delay's I am coming home."
Jeff laughed and understood what he was going through since he was once an astronaut himself. "Well son, we miss you to and can't wait to get you back here. Keep me posted on the New Mexico problem and if anything happens let me know."
"Yeah, we are getting tired of Alan! Need to have some peace and quite around here." Scott made the comment as he walked into the room hearing Jeff talking to John. Just as he made that comment Alan snarled and looked at Scott. Scott returned the smile back. John smiled with him and then said "F.A.B. Father."
They both left the lounge and into the dinning room. Where everyone could sit, Jeff at one end of the table while Mrs. Tracy at the other end. Kryano and Tin-Tin sat right next to each other. Who was followed by Brains who was right next to Gordon. Then on the other side of the table there was Alan facing Tin-Tin, Virg, and Scott.
As soon as Scott sat down he brings his hands together and rubs them, "Okay bring on the pie!"
Grandma was quick in reacting to his comment, "No! I told you after! Why don't you start off with a nice big juicy steak?"
Scott didn't disagree he was hungry. Everyone was just dug in. Alan grabbed the biscuits and put it in his mouth acting as if it was a matter of life or death. While he went after the cornbread before it was all gone knowing it was going to be a hot item. Gordon ignoring his brother and went over his arm and went to grab himself a serving of the mash potatoes. Scott grabs his fork and stab at the helpless looking steak. While Virgil glares over is pray trying to decide what he wants first, the chicken or the pork but then again that steak looks good. This procedure continued on for the next few moments as the vultures got everything they wanted on their plate.
"How was your trip, Scott?" Gordon asked starting the topic for dinner.
"It was good to get away for a while. But I couldn't live without grandma. But each and every one of you could have been easily replaced while I was gone."
"Yeah right!" Virgil commented.
Then the buzz came on. Jeff turned on the tele com. It was John! As soon as Scott and Virgil saw John, they knew this wasn't going to be good. Knowing that it wasn't good news, they looked at each other and then they scramble like machines trying to stuff themselves before they leave. To Scott and Virgil it seems like his brother tries to get back at them for all those time they have teased him for being away from home, least of all place in space.
"Go ahead John!"
"Father there has been more of a development in New Mexico. The containment field that the team sat up is failing. The flames are getting out of control for them to handle. They have asked International Rescue to assist them.
"Okay John! Go ahead and tell them what we will be there soon!"
"Sorry to say this but I think you two figured it out! But you got to go"
Scott and Virgil kept at full speed trying to eat the food quickly as possible. Scott stood up leaning over at the same time with his drink swallowing it all with one sip. Then he grabs the rest of his steak with fingers and left for Thunderbird 1 eating his steak on the way. He thought to him self "It might be hours before I get back and I am not going to leaving on an empty stomach." Virgil was still eating, just waiting for the order to go.
"We are also going to need Thunderbird 2 and I want Alan and Gordon to go with you." Both Alan and Gordon looked at their father the same time in like a what? Who me? "Yes both. If things get out of hand and we need to take care of the injured. Which means you will need more man power. Alan your back up to full speed but not quite yet and Gordon will be there if you need him." Alan tried to put his two senses in but was shut up quickly. "You can always have too many men than not enough. Now go! We are going to need pod 2. Grandma will store the food it will be here when you get back." Both of them got up, Gordon grab a country fried chicken while Alan was storing cornbread in his pockets while mopping on his way. Virgil got up taking his last bite of mash potatoes and head off to Thunderbird 2.
By that time Scott has gotten to his entrance in the lounge and he stuck his steak between his two teeth and grabbed on to the two lanterns and off behind the wall he went. While on the way to Thunderbird 1 ramp he finished up his steak and was now entering into Thunderbird 1. He sat down and John was giving him the coordinates to the site. Scott had entered the coordinates into the computer on board and changed into his uniform then rested in his seat. Snapped on his safety belt and put both of his hands on the chair controls to start it off. But there was something wrong. Scott tried again. "What the Hell?" He waited to sound the glorious sound of her engines, but nothing happened. Trying again to start her up again, Scott starting to get frantic and then when back through his startup steps but nothing. Asking himself, "What did I miss?"
"SHIT!"
Thunderbird 1 didn't want to start!!! Brains came on the communications link, "Sc--ott don't moooove don't even start i-t up! You have a ra--- diation leak from one of your eng---ines!"
"What!!"
**In a thick white cloud of despair had caved in. Everything was gone.....the life of luxury anyway possible, having vast amounts of money to spend at my fingertips, my home, my family, my friends, my life of research and discoveries was ALL gone. It feels like I am in a swirl of nothingness like falling down from heaven down to hell in a timeless matter, as if this hell wasn't going to end. Everything was gone! An image had come, as if someone was creeping up from behind. I turn around to see someone there with a gun coming towards me. Trying to recognize the plain soulless face which was coming towards me, "I asked what I did to deserve this." Then Bang!**
Where it All Starts (Chapter 2)
It was in the year of 2066; International Rescue has been in full swing for almost two years now. Having successfully completed many missions under their belt, the very handsome men who are known as International Rescue where waiting around the villa on the secluded Tracy Island in the Pacific. Virgil, who was dark brown with a masculine body with brown hair and brown eyes, was in the process of painting a white flower which blooms every ten years which he has been intrigued with painting since his late mother used to paint. Gordon, known as the water rat red head; was playing a game of chess with Brains. Across the room, Alan, the young blonde; was in the middle of an intellectual chat with Tin-Tin while holding this month latest issue of car and guy magazine. While the eldest of the brothers, Scott, was on his away back form having to take care of the family business in New York with Tracey Enterprises. Scott was known as quite the looker, with having a very well built figure which suited him nicely. With dark tanned skin which was very well accented with his shinny brown hair. Only who knows how he got that perfect smile with the luscious lips to only be kissed with. While Mr. Tracy the lead man behind International Rescue, was relaxing outside by the pool and chatting away with their London agent, Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward.
"It's been quite for a few days now. This is good for the boys since they need to rest and recover with that last mission in Moscow. Scott should be returning just in time for dinner tonight."
"It's good for the boys they needed their rest, Jeff. Especially after the back to back rescues and with the hood, plus Scott were beginning to get edgy, all of us was getting on his nerves. He needed the break from all of us."
While sipping his lemonade the tip of his paper umbrella started to light up, telling Jeff that was he was wanted from Thunderbird 5. Jeff stood up and started heading into the lounge. Jeff went into the lounge where the wall of pictures where of all the men in their uniforms. The portrait with John was flashing. Jeff went behind his large black marble desk and sat down behind it. He flipped a switch signaling it was okay to go. A security measure which was installed when their doctor, Elizabeth; from the main land came to stay with them when Alan was injured.
"Go ahead John."
John's picture appeared on the screen with Thunderbird 5s background on it which were only the instruments recording and recognizing a call from International Rescue in any language. . "In New Mexico, there has been a small explosion at a research station. Right now a few people are trapped but safe. They aren't close to any of the dangerous chemicals that they have there. There are teams right now trying to secure the fire cause by the explosion and save the trapped people. If the fire expands anymore it could set of a chain of explosions."
Looking down at his desk, deciding on what to do, "John, keep a watch on how things progress on. If things start to get out of hand let me know A.S.A.P."
"F.A.B. Father!" and then the screen turned off and back with John's picture of him in his uniform.
"Is there anything wrong Jeff?" Asking politely as Penelope was walking back in from the pool.
"There is nothing which they can't handle for now. If things get anymore dangerous at the research station and then I would send the boys out. Brains are you familiar with the research station out in New Mexico and what would be the situation if things got out of hand there?" In the mean time, Brains coming in from the villa to the lounge.
"W-e-ll Mr. Tracy, I d--o know of that researrrrrch station. It happ-ens to be one of the top ones in th--e world. They have been working o--n many inventions there. Such as one of my very old friends at the station w-a-as working on the cure and vac--ations for HIV (AIDS) the last time I haaave talked. With the ex-plosions happing there right now is small and harmless if able to be contained with--out it spreading. But since they do deal with danger-ous and rare chemicals there could cause a lot more expl-osions if not contained and create a crater.
"How big would it be if things did get out of hand?" Virgil came in and was now listening in to what Jeff & Brains conservation.
"Hyper--thercia--lly..the explosion at best could be known big--ger than the Gr--and Canyon."
"That sounds like it would make a new tourist attraction to see!"
Virgil turn around immediately, "Alan that's not the cause is to not to create another tourist attraction. I am most certain that I don't want to be caught when the research station goes up like an atomic explosion."
"But at least they do have control of the situation for now. We can allow them to take care of it right now and no one is in any danger at the moment so there is no need to call send out International Rescue. So just relax Virgil. John would let us know soon as possible if anything has got out of hand. Okay son? How is your painting coming along?"
"Okay Dad. It's coming along quite well. I am only having difficulty getting the right colors since it seems like it has so many colors to capture. The ancient Egyptians believed the seeds of the Nutmeg Flower had magical healing properties. While the current scientists can't vouch for that, the flowering plant does have its modern charms. An annual, it has feathery foliage and grows about 18 inches tall, producing 1 1/2-inch wide, fringed, double, white or blue blossoms, followed by unusual seed pods (good for dry arrangements). The seeds are black and velvety-often called "Four Spice"-and have been used for centuries to flavor curries, breads and cakes. Little known in the States, the plant is more popular in Europe and virtually effortless to grow, prospering in full sun. This winner is not particularly rare, just more unheard of in the United States. There are so many things for me to consider when I paint the flower; I have to consider all of the various things that go along with the flower. I am not just painting the flower I am painting its life."
"Well it looks like its going to be a great piece of art work, son."
"Alan, why don't you go down to the kitchen to help Grandma for dinner? Scott should be returning home soon. Also stay out of the desert. She made that for Scott since it was his favorite."
"I know that Dad. Grandma would have my skin if I even come close to it with a 10 foot pole. It seems like she has a radar detector when it comes to it." Jeff laughed because he knew it too well. "Plus you think Grandma is bad about it, I know a particular person who would have my head for it!" Alan was joking around of course. He left the room and when down to the kitchen. As he walked away and got closer to the kitchen he got a big whiff of all the combination of foods into one. Immediately afterwards his stomach started to growl. Grandma cooking always had this effect on him. Even if he just got done eating, which could feed an army for a year, some how in some way, just that pure smell of grandmas cooking makes him hungry again. It affected everyone in the house as if it was a pelage. It was like she had a stomach pump on order or something.
Jeff sat back in his chair and opened his newspaper and lit a cigar, while everyone else went back to what they were doing until dinner time. Trying not to worry about what could happen if he didn't assist with their problem.
A few hours later, Scott came home just in time for dinner, flying in with one of their private jet planes.
Scott entered the Kitchen.
"Man! Grandma! You have out done yourself. I could start smelling your food ten miles way from home." He leaned over kissing her on her cheek.
"Are your hungry Scott?"
"Very"
His eyes grew larger than his stomach as he watch grandma bring in all the plates from kitchen, seeing the corn on the cob, the huge dish of mash potatoes with gravy on the side, grandma's famous cornbread which melts in your mouth, everyone had a side plate of salad with Karyno's own secret recipe dressing. Choices of pinto beans, barbeque beans, lime beans, and don't forget the green beans. Then there were pork chops (fried and grilled) and country fried chicken, and marinated steaks! Then he couldn't help himself as he saw it, he was over come with joy, which is known as his favorite dish of all. If he had a choice between having every type of food possible and his grandma apple pie he would pick the apple pie. Scott watched Grandma leave the room to come back with more.
Knowing that time was limited before he got caught, he quickly picked up the knife and headed for the pie with no mercy. He could not resist the craving to have just a bite of the pie. Just as right before the knife interested into the pie, "SCOTT TRACY!!! Put that Knife down this instant!" She went over and slapped his hand. "Not before dinner, try that again and none for you tonight! I'll make all of your brothers eat the pie all the way down until the last crumb was gone right front of you in order for you to learn." He couldn't help but smiling this hole entire time since he's been through this so many times before. Even though his smile was so melting to where it would melt a gallon of ice-cream it if was in front of him.
Hearing the clatter from the kitchen, "I take it that Scott is home now." Jeff couldn't resist from smiling. "I can hear Grandma going after him being caught red-handed, so dinner time is not so far. Gordon, go gather up everyone up and tell them that dinner will be way in 5 minutes."
"No problem Dad!"
Jeff turned around to the wall of his sons' picture on it. He was thinking about his middle son, John who is due to be coming home after being up in space for 2 months. It was nice of him to take Alan's time up there for him since he was badly hurt after an accident nearly killed him. Jeff may not appear it but he missed all of his sons when they were gone. Since the past few years since International Rescue has been formed, they have never been tighter then what the have been before. He had only two more weeks to go. Which to him seemed like forever, but; this way Alan would be done with physical therapy and all better and would be able to man Thunderbird 5 again. Scott offered to relieve him when his time came for him to come back to earth but insisted that he stay on the ground since he was a better asset to International Rescue. Something was telling John that he needed to allow Scott to stay. Boy was he right! In the past two months since then they have completed 23 rescues which was a lot for one time. But more than 1/3 of that number was no thanks due to the hood's workings.
"Base to Thunderbird 5"
"Base to Thunderbird 5"
"Hi Father!"
"I am just checking in to see how everything was going out in New Mexico and to see if everything was okay with you."
"Well the crews out in New Mexico are still trying to put out the fires but right now it's contained which is good. They seem to be handing it very well. They got the people who were trapped out. I am doing great but I can't wait to get back there. I miss everyone. I miss my own bed, including the smell of the fresh air. You can say that I have a case of homesickness. I can still hang out for two more weeks. But no delay's I am coming home."
Jeff laughed and understood what he was going through since he was once an astronaut himself. "Well son, we miss you to and can't wait to get you back here. Keep me posted on the New Mexico problem and if anything happens let me know."
"Yeah, we are getting tired of Alan! Need to have some peace and quite around here." Scott made the comment as he walked into the room hearing Jeff talking to John. Just as he made that comment Alan snarled and looked at Scott. Scott returned the smile back. John smiled with him and then said "F.A.B. Father."
They both left the lounge and into the dinning room. Where everyone could sit, Jeff at one end of the table while Mrs. Tracy at the other end. Kryano and Tin-Tin sat right next to each other. Who was followed by Brains who was right next to Gordon. Then on the other side of the table there was Alan facing Tin-Tin, Virg, and Scott.
As soon as Scott sat down he brings his hands together and rubs them, "Okay bring on the pie!"
Grandma was quick in reacting to his comment, "No! I told you after! Why don't you start off with a nice big juicy steak?"
Scott didn't disagree he was hungry. Everyone was just dug in. Alan grabbed the biscuits and put it in his mouth acting as if it was a matter of life or death. While he went after the cornbread before it was all gone knowing it was going to be a hot item. Gordon ignoring his brother and went over his arm and went to grab himself a serving of the mash potatoes. Scott grabs his fork and stab at the helpless looking steak. While Virgil glares over is pray trying to decide what he wants first, the chicken or the pork but then again that steak looks good. This procedure continued on for the next few moments as the vultures got everything they wanted on their plate.
"How was your trip, Scott?" Gordon asked starting the topic for dinner.
"It was good to get away for a while. But I couldn't live without grandma. But each and every one of you could have been easily replaced while I was gone."
"Yeah right!" Virgil commented.
Then the buzz came on. Jeff turned on the tele com. It was John! As soon as Scott and Virgil saw John, they knew this wasn't going to be good. Knowing that it wasn't good news, they looked at each other and then they scramble like machines trying to stuff themselves before they leave. To Scott and Virgil it seems like his brother tries to get back at them for all those time they have teased him for being away from home, least of all place in space.
"Go ahead John!"
"Father there has been more of a development in New Mexico. The containment field that the team sat up is failing. The flames are getting out of control for them to handle. They have asked International Rescue to assist them.
"Okay John! Go ahead and tell them what we will be there soon!"
"Sorry to say this but I think you two figured it out! But you got to go"
Scott and Virgil kept at full speed trying to eat the food quickly as possible. Scott stood up leaning over at the same time with his drink swallowing it all with one sip. Then he grabs the rest of his steak with fingers and left for Thunderbird 1 eating his steak on the way. He thought to him self "It might be hours before I get back and I am not going to leaving on an empty stomach." Virgil was still eating, just waiting for the order to go.
"We are also going to need Thunderbird 2 and I want Alan and Gordon to go with you." Both Alan and Gordon looked at their father the same time in like a what? Who me? "Yes both. If things get out of hand and we need to take care of the injured. Which means you will need more man power. Alan your back up to full speed but not quite yet and Gordon will be there if you need him." Alan tried to put his two senses in but was shut up quickly. "You can always have too many men than not enough. Now go! We are going to need pod 2. Grandma will store the food it will be here when you get back." Both of them got up, Gordon grab a country fried chicken while Alan was storing cornbread in his pockets while mopping on his way. Virgil got up taking his last bite of mash potatoes and head off to Thunderbird 2.
By that time Scott has gotten to his entrance in the lounge and he stuck his steak between his two teeth and grabbed on to the two lanterns and off behind the wall he went. While on the way to Thunderbird 1 ramp he finished up his steak and was now entering into Thunderbird 1. He sat down and John was giving him the coordinates to the site. Scott had entered the coordinates into the computer on board and changed into his uniform then rested in his seat. Snapped on his safety belt and put both of his hands on the chair controls to start it off. But there was something wrong. Scott tried again. "What the Hell?" He waited to sound the glorious sound of her engines, but nothing happened. Trying again to start her up again, Scott starting to get frantic and then when back through his startup steps but nothing. Asking himself, "What did I miss?"
"SHIT!"
Thunderbird 1 didn't want to start!!! Brains came on the communications link, "Sc--ott don't moooove don't even start i-t up! You have a ra--- diation leak from one of your eng---ines!"
"What!!"