PACIFIC OCEAN
The ship slowly cruised along the Pacific Ocean, using the onboard scanner to try and locate the plane wreckage on the ocean sea bed. It was mostly an automated task, but there were some people on board. There was Captain McSmith, the First Mate Jessica Hawkins and three other crew members – two other men and a woman.
Hawkins and McSmith were in the Captain's Cabin looking over the map of the area they were supposed to check out. "The plane is estimated to have crashed here," and McSmith pointed to a spot on the map. "But, to be safe, we are supposed to check all of this. So, we have a long search ahead of us."
"Do you think it's possible that anyone survived?" Hawkins enquired.
"There's a slight chance. Slight. But, most probably, no."
One of the other male crew members strolled along the deck. He had blonde hair cut short all the time as it would become curly otherwise (and he did not like that); brown eyes and a scar along his forhead. One of his eyes was cybernetic. Reaching up, he turned on a skin-coloured earpiece he had on one of his ears as someone was calling him through it.
"What is it, boss?" the man whispered, looking around to make sure no-one was around.
"Agent 15, have they found the wreckage yet?" a deep voice with a thick Arabian accent enquired impatiently.
"No, sir. Still searching," Agent 15 replied.
"Well, it better be found soon. Once we find the wreckage, we need to find it before any of the Search and Rescue team do," and with that, Deep Voice hung up.
TRACY ISLAND
Virgil Tracy and Rae Levy finished putting the bandaides on the girls cuts and bruises. Rae Levy was the Tracy boys' cousin and took shifts on Thunderbird 5 with John Tracy. She had auburn hair and green eyes and was Virgil's girlfriend. When she was not spending her six months' in Thunderbird 5, she helped the rest of her cousins on missions and was Tracy Island's doctor, alongside Virgil.
"There," Virgil said, satisfied with their work. "That should help her, and she's warming up nicely."
"I'm glad," Rae said. Kayo and Scott had retrieved the body and Brains was in the other end of the Island's hospital doing an autopsy.
"Well, we might as well go and see what clues the others have gathered from the woman's belongings," and Virgil took Rae's hand and they went up the stairs to the lounge where Grandma Tracy, Kayo, Alan, Jeff, Gordon, Scott and a holographic image of John were all waiting for Rae and Virgil. The USB, the wallet and pilot's licence were all on the table. They sat down on the couches. "Alright. What have we got?" Virgil asked.
"Nothing. We've been waiting for you," Alan replied.
Jeff stood up, marched over to the table and opened the wallet. He emptied the contents on the table. There was $200 which was soaking wet, credit cards, a library card, and an ID. Jeff picked up the ID – which was wet as well – and squinted at it to try and read it. "Di...Diana...Winters," he slowly read out. "Born...18th of...July...2035." Her pilot's licence was too faded and wet to be any use.
John was already searching on TB5's computer system. He hacked into the Global Computer Database to get unlimited access and typed in 'Diana Winters', making sure he covered his tracks. "Oh, sugar honey ice tea!" he exclaimed. "There are at least two hundred and sixty Diana Winters out there!"
"Language. Well, why don't you add 'pilot' to the search?" suggested Grandma Tracy.
"It's worth a try, Grandma," John agreed. He typed in 'Diana Winters pilot'. Thankfully, it only showed up with one person. He clicked on the file on her that was kept by the World Parliament. The photo of her looked like a younger version of the dead body Kayo found. He showed it to his family on Tracy Island.
Scott jumped up. "That's Diana Winters!"
"Uh...yeah. Try and keep up," grinned Gordon.
Scott glared at his younger brother. "I mean I know her!" he snapped. "She was the wife of my wingman and best mate in the Air Force – Brenton Philips."
"I didn't know Brenton was ever married," Virgil commented.
"Uh..Is anyone going to clue me in here?" Alan quipped. Gordon and Rae both nodded to indicate that they also had no clue who Brenton Philips was.
"Brenton Philips was my wingman in the Air Force," Scott explained. "He and I became best mates. Both looking out for each other. But, when I quit the Air Force, I did not hear from him for two years. Then he suddenly contacted me to let me know that he had married Diana Winters and that she was pregnant with their first child. By this time, Dad and Mum had started International Rescue. I kept visiting them whenever I could during those once a month work leaves and they kept visiting us. Then, a year after you were born, Alan, Brenton was killed when he tried to save his daughter, Kerry, from three large, vicious wild dogs. I saw Diana and Kerry, who was only three at the time, at Brenton's funeral. I did not see them after that."
"So, Diana became a pilot," John finished. Then he voiced the thought they were all wondering. "Who's the girl? Could she be Kerry?"
They were all silent. "We might as well see if the USB device works," Jeff decided, breaking the silence. He picked it up, went over to his desk and plugged it into his laptop. The others watched as the contents were loaded onto the laptop and Jeff began to click through it all. He suddenly leaned forward. "What the hell..?" he murmured.
"What is it, Jeff?" Kayo asked.
"Hang on," and Jeff typed something into the laptop, sending the contents to the holographic display unit incorporated into the table. A holo-image of a piece of paper showed up. On it was twelve rows of criss-crossing lines with small triangles at one end of each line.
"What on earth is that?" Grandma Tracy asked. No-one had any idea what on earth they were. Except for Alan.
"See? This is proof that aliens exist!" he said. "This is their own language! Winters has been in contact with them!"
Rae tried to be polite and not laugh. "I'm sorry," she said, and burst out laughing. Alan glared at her. "But that's not quite accurate," she continued once she had recovered. "It's Akkadian. A dead language."
Alan, who was determined to entertain the idea a little longer, would not give up. "It's the language of aliens, that humans have learnt."
Scott chuckled. "Sorry, bro. But there is no such thing as aliens." He looked at Rae. "But, how do you know it's Akkadoan?"
"Akkadian," Rae repeated, emphasising the last few letters. "I not like to blow my own trumpet, but I have a PhD in foreign languages. But, specifically, dead languages aka languages that are no longer spoken," she explained. "I'll look at it later. Is there anything else on the USB?"
Jeff clicked on the next picture. It was a photo of the Twin Towers as they were collapsing. The next one was a picture of JFK just before he was shot. Another was a picture of what appeared to be a room with people in khaki uniforms practicing arms drills. Then there was some of ruins of buildings in the countryside. There was also close-up photos of people's faces. Mostly well-known ones – Queen Bridgette IV, the Australian Prime Minister Gegory Lucas, the North Korean dictator, the Hood. But there was three unknown ones. One was of a male who had blonde hair cut short and a scar along his forehead, a female with black hair and blue eyes and looked Japanese and the final one showed a dark-skinned man with hazel-brown eyes, tattoos on his face and dark brown hair with a tuft sticking up. "What have we got here?" Jeff wondered.
