Sorry this chapter took so long. :/ I haven't been into my E-mail for ages, and when I did log in, I was shocked to find so many people have added this story onto their Alerts. I'd just like to say thank you to those people. :) On another note, I hope you all enjoy this, there is a bit of humour (or so I've tried to add). Please review after, it means alot.

Discovering Hideouts

"Well, well, Mr. Tracy. How nice to see you again." The unknown voice echoed through the empty Thunderbird. Jeff Tracy lifted his head, with tear-ridden eyes on show. Slowly he stood up and made his way towards the control panel, the voice was laughing mockingly as Jeff sat down in front of the monitor. "Mr. Tracy, why... You look awfully upset, Has something happened?" His laugh was like nails on a chalkboard to Jeff as his fought against his anger.

"Where are my sons...?" Jeff was holding back tears and keeping back his anger in order to drain information from the man. "Where...are...my...Son's?" He said each word very slowly, partially because of sarcasm and partially because he wanted to get it into the suspicious man's thick skull.

"Don't you remember me, Mr. Tracy? It was not two years ago..." Jeff simply sat up and stared at the monitor to take a closer look at the suspicious man.

"The Hood." Was all he said, leaning back into the seat in which he was sat on. He then wiped the tears that were strolling down his cheek away onto his sleeve.

"Ah. So you do remember. Good." His smile was ever widening.

"What have you done with my sons!" Jeff's anger was now seeping through and his desperate face was showing.

"Why, Mr. Tracy. What makes you think it was me who kidnapped your children. As much as I would like to, shall we say, get back at you, it was not me whom did this. You see, the captor of your sons is, an enemy of mine also." Jeff lifted his head in disbelief. The Hood... with things in common... "You see, Jeff..." His name rolled off his tongue accompanied with a harsh tone. "As much as you seem not to like it, Your sons have been taken somewhere.. a remote ridge in the Andes to be more exact, they are not alone, it seems a few... important people... whom I have business with, have also been taken there. But you see, Mr. Tracy... I have the information, and it seems, you have the transport..." The Hood trailed off his sentence... looking directly at Jeff.

"It seems only fair..."Jeff was deep in thought... The Hood was a villain, a dangerous one at that. Trusting such person would be risky in itself, let alone flying to a location thousands of miles away in the hope of finding his sons. What if it was some sort of trap, a decoid maybe...?

"I guess I'm just going to have to trust you, my sons are all that matter to me and if this turns out to be some sort of trap... then... Well I guess that would be it."

"Oh, Jeff... Don't be so worried. No such thing has been planned, since it would effect me too, and I wouldn't want that now would I?" The Hood seemed sincere to Jeff.

"Where are you?" Jeff was back to being rather blunt towards The Hood.

"I'm outside theUnited States Penitentiary, Beaumont, USA." You could hear The Hood's footsteps as he walked away from the prison.

"Go to the nearest highway, I'll pick you up there." And with those few words from Jeff Tracy, the communication was cut off.

Meanwhile... Back on Tracy Island...

"Where do you think they've got to?" Virgil's girlfriend asked, walking over to sit next to the other girls.

"I'm n-n-n-not sure..." Brains added, his usual stutter present. A puzzled expression was etched across his face. Lady Penelope stood in front of us in her pink three-quarter lengths and a paler pink top, and cleared her throat.

"Now ladies, I'm sure Brains was about to say, but to save time... Communication from every one of the Thunderbirds has been cut off and locked by some sort of code. So whatever they are doing, looks like we will just have to wait for their return. In the meantime, you may want to keep yourselves company, maybe get to know each other, it may prove useful." With that, she walked off in the company of Brains, towards the control room, in the hope of regaining contact with at least one of the Thunderbirds.

"Well..." Charlotte said. "Its been... four long hours, maybe more, since I've heard from Virgil... I don't know about you girls, but im worried..." She stood up to face the other five girls and leaned onto one hip.

"We can't exactly do anything..." Kya said, standing next to her.

"Course we can!" Lexa said, also joining the line that was forming.

"Like?" Asked Charlotte.

"Bake cookies." And with that, Lexa skipped off towards the kitchen, leaving the remainder of the girls to stand watching her, almost disgusted by her level of matureness.

Kya looked at Charlotte, Charlotte looked at Alice and so on though all of the girls, before there was a wave of girlish screams as they all made a dash for the kitchen.

"At least it will take our mind off things" Charlotte muttered, being near the back, taking a glance at the horizon through the window as she walked passed, sighing.

Up in Thunderbird 5

"John? John? Where are you?" Gordon asked, swinging his hands around in the darkness of Thunderbird 5.

"Erm. I think I'm over by the control panel." John replied, also swinging his arms in the darkness.

"John? Seriously... Isn't there some sort of emergency lighting? Or may..."

"Ouch!" John shouted, interrupting Gordon's sentence. "Watch where your swinging your arms."

"I can't. " Gordon said in a sarcastic voice.

"Yes, Gordon. There is emergency lighting. The switch is underneath the Monitor for Tracy Island, I would press it, if I could see it." John was obviously slightly annoyed by their slight encounter, you could hear it in his voice. He missed his peace and quiet. John gave up walking around like a blind spider, and walked quickly into a straight line in whatever direction he was facing. Seconds later, he found the Control Panel... by walking into it.

"OW!" John shouted again, this time grabbing his knee and smacking his head onto something at the same time. Sighing, he stood up and slid his fingers over the buttons on the panel, eventually finding the right one, and pressing it. There was a small buzz, and the emergency lighting came on with a flicker.

"Finally" Gordon said, stopping himself from walking into a pile of space books.

"Yeah, but nothing else works." John sighed. Walking over to his brother, rubbing his head.

"What the hell is that?" Gordon asked, pointing behind John with a curious look upon his face. There was a thick green gas seeping through the vents in Thunderbird 5, and slowly filling the room in which they were in. Both men began coughing and made a dash for the next room, tightly closing the door behind them and locking it tight. There was a loud hissing as the unknown gas oozed from under the door and into the room.

"What now?" Gordon asked, backing up against the wall alongside his brother.

"I have no idea..." John said pressing himself against the wall as much as his body would allow him to. "We could make a dash for the engine room, the door there is an air-lock, that way what ever that is, it wont get us." Gordon gave a slight nod and both men held their breath and walked towards the door. John made several attempts of entering the pass-code, and much to their dismay, it would not enter it and unlock the door.

"Someone's blocked this system too... the same code is showing from earlier..." John said, gasping for clean air back at the farthest wall.

"So what do we do?" Gordon shouted, "Its basically a gas chamber in here" The brothers looked at each other, and began their coughing fit. The gas was nauseating and after just two minuets, both Tracy's hit the ground."

Back on Thunderbird 2

"Mr. Tracy, how nice to see you again." The Hood was as polite as ever.

"Just get into the car..." Jeff said, gesturing towards the passenger seat.

"Of course." was The Hood's only reply as he sat in the car, and made the journey towards Thunderbird 2, parked on a piece of wasteland just off the highway. The car journey was travelled in silence, it was only when they both boarded Thunderbird 2 that they began to speak.

"You know who this person is?" Jeff asked as the Thunderbird left the wasteland, beginning their journey.

"Well, Mr. Tracy, mind if I call you Jeff? Well, Jeff, I grew up with a boy named Derek, he was my best friend through school, only he knew my true name, but he began to change, as I did, we noticed we had the same abilities, the same ideas, but at the age of 14, he was killed in a tragic accident. Or so we thought. I received a phone-call about three moths ago, while inside the prison, from a person who called himself 'The Opal'." The Hood began before being interrupted by Jeff.

"There's a bit of a theme there." The Hood didn't take a blind bit of notice and carried on his story, Jeff carried on listening and pressing random buttons.

"Now, the entire 3 months I spent in prison after that phone-call, I spent trying to work out who he was, and then it hit me, no other person know how to contact me, only he ever had my number, and only he knew my real name, when he rang for me in prison, he used my name. Jeff Tracy, the person who has your sons is "The Opal" otherwise known as Derek. It seems he faked his death in order to peruse his life of crime... He has three of my best scouts locked up alongside your family, Jeff, which is why im helping you, and your helping me." Jeff heard every word, and sighed. It did make sense.

No matter what, he was flying towards the Andes with an old enemy in the co-pilot seat, helping him, all he cared about, were his sons.

"How did you get out of prison? Jeff asked, breaking the silence. "And why did 'The Opal' ring you?"

"Ah, well, Jeff. 'The Opal' bailed me out of prison at a very high price, in order for me to join him, but, you see, we do not see eye to eye any more, he wants to, shall we say, take over NASA. Idiotic if you ask me. As for the phone-call, he just rang to tell me all of this."

" I see." was all Jeff said.

"Cheer up, Jeff, and put your party hat on, were there." Jeff looked solemnly up from the control panel to see the mountain ranges coming out of the mist.

I'm coming boys... Lets just hope all goes to plan...