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AN: And here's the next chapter!
Thanks to Eraman for reviewing - I'm glad it's realistic...well, as realistic as possible with an agent and an astronaut from a secret rescue agency ! :)
"You thought the Targeted Electromagnetic Actuator was tea?" John asked, looking like he was about to burst out laughing.
Penelope shot him a look. "You could have warned me about it."
"For one thing, it slipped my mind. For another, how was I supposed to know that Great Aunt Sylvia would bring it up now when she hadn't for so many years?" John asked, grinning broadly.
"I must have looked the absolute fool in front of Great Aunt Sylvia." Penelope groaned.
John smiled, shaking his head. "Great Aunt Sylvia would never think that – you're her favourite niece, after all. Besides, you figured it out in the end and saved her, didn't you?"
"Correction, Alan saved her," Penelope smiled. "Credit be given where credit is due."
"Yes." John laughed. "I remember hearing all about it. Only one to drive FAB 1, huh?" He crossed his arms with amusement dancing across his face. "I drove her when I was eleven."
"So did I. When I turned thirteen," Penelope grinned. "Thanks to you, of course."
"But I suppose it is true that Alan is the only Tracy brother to drive FAB 1." John looked thoughtful. "After all, I am technically and legally a Creighton-Ward."
"And don't you forget it," Penelope smiled.
"Ah." John looked away at something else. "There's an emergency in Alaska. Avalanche. I better call Tracy Island. See you soon, Penelope, Parker, Sherbet."
All three called (in Sherbet's case, barked) back farewells, then Penelope hung up.