I will update my other stories at some point but this one is getting really positive reviews.
Don't own.
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I'm Going Down!
Scott sat in silence. He was going into shock and he knew it. He just had to keep calm and breathe.
In…
They would find him.
Out…
They would be ok.
In…
Brains can easily rebuild any Thunderbird.
Out…
Wait, what if Two had crashed as well?
Gasp…
What if his family was in danger?
Choke…
What if something had happened to his brothers and sister?
In… out… in… out… in… out… in… out… in… out…
Scott calmed himself before he began to hyperventilate. They would be fine. They were Tracy's. They had to be. The throbbing pain intensified and he knew he needed to contact his base. He needed to know if his family was ok and more than that he needed help. Pulling himself across the cockpit was laborious and excruciating. The torture of silence was almost worse than the pain. With the radio and his watch he could reconstruct a communicator. It was only then that he realised that even though the radio was shattered, his watch was fine. Someone must have been blocking it. Someone was still blocking it. Great!
Maybe he could work out what happened to his bird. He began to tap away on the few consoles that weren't completely fried. It was fruitless anyway. All the scans had shown was what he already knew.
"Damnit!" he yelled out loud in outrage. Trapped at the bottom of the ocean in his bird and in his pride and joy. It was pure hell.
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Virgil dropped Kayo and the pod into the ocean. She dived into the water in her scuba suit and went to look around. She knew no rescue could be attempted until Four arrived but she had to see. She had to know whether Scott was alive.
When she reached the depth her suit could take and she still hadn't found One, despair threatened to overwhelm her. She didn't have the O2 converter Gordon had and her limited O2 was running out. She got back to the surface and reported this to Virgil. He was as heartbroken as she was if not more. They were the closest after all.
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Lady Penelope wasn't expecting John's call. To hear that Scott had gone down in the ocean was most distressing. John and EOS had discovered his watch was being blocked and this led to suspicions that the Hood was involved and Parker and I were sent to find him. we would find him and he would pay.
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The Hood smirked. His plan had gone brilliantly. Thunderbird One had crashed and the brothers would soon follow their brother.
He had placed a microchip onto Thunderbird One that hacked and bypassed the ships computers. The ship would nosedive and crash with coms cut off. The chip destroyed ship safety and crash procedures. The pilot would die either quickly and painlessly or slowly and painfully. It didn't matter.
There was also an undetectable sub with EMPs waiting for Thunderbird Four. A rescue would be impossible. Thunderbird Four wouldn't be able to even get close for days and by then there wouldn't be any air in Thunderbird One. If Scott had survived the crash he wouldn't live to be rescued anyway.
It was brilliant.
He considered calling One to see whether Scott was alive. If he was dead, then great. If he was alive he would mock him and let him know the plan. He wouldn't get out alive anyway. Just as he chose to call a message came on. He needed to move, now.
He would call later. Now he just had to revel in the facts. He was winning.