Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

Alan landed Thunderbird 1 in the same clearing that Thunderbird 2 was resting. He took a moment to survey the area before he quickly exited the bird and ran over to the open hatch of Thunderbird 2. He made his way up the ramp when a thought occurred to him. Why wasn't there anybody patrolling the outside? Why wasn't I stopped? I mean, Thunderbird 1 is kind of hard to miss. He shook his head, pushing those feelings to the back of his mind. He was making his way towards the back of the ship when another nagging thought came to him. There doesn't seem to be anybody on the whole ship. What the hell is going on? He looked at his watch. He had 10 minutes until the bomb was set to go off. He had to find that explosive! He unlatched the door to the engine room and stepped inside.

"Well this is interesting." Alan whirled around, looking for the owner of the voice. "I was expecting somebody to come and try to stop me, but I wasn't expecting it to be you." Alan realized that he knew the owner of that voice. The Hood's voice was being piped through the speakers of Thunderbird 2. "You're even more like your father than I thought."

"What are you talking about?" Alan was slowly backing up towards the central core, eyes scanning for the bomb.

"You're here, Jeff Tracy's not. Which can only mean that you left him in that mine. You left him to die to come after me. You left him to die, like he left me to die. Like he left your mother to die. Very fitting of a Tracy heir."

He doesn't know about Fermat! "Whatever you may think about my father, I am proud to be Jeff Tracy's son, and nothing you say will change that, you son of a bitch!" Alan had spotted the bomb.

"Yes, very much Jeff Tracy's son. Well Alan, now you will die knowing that your choice put your family to death, and you weren't even able to stop me."

"I will stop you, you evil bast-"

"Enough talk! Goodbye Alan." Alan could feel the craft vibrating, could hear the increase whine of the engines. Thunderbird 2 was on the move. He made his way on unsteady feet over to the bomb. He ripped the detonator out of the block of C4, and threw them both down the garbage hatch. If he was expecting to hear the Hood's voice, cursing him for foiling his plans, he was left wanting. That's when the true nature of the Hood's plan hit him like and anvil.

"Oh my God!" The C4 wasn't the weapon, Thunderbird 2 was! The C4 was only a distraction, adding a little extra boom power, but even with out the explosive device on board, Thunderbird 2 was more than capable of doing enough damage on its own. Explosive or not, it would kill thousands of people!

He ran towards the cockpit. I have to take Thunderbird 2 off autopilot! Skidding to a halt in front of the cockpit doors, he clumsily punched in the access code. After the third try, he slammed his fists into the wall. Come on! Have to focus! He took a deep breath and focused on steadying his hand. The doors slid open. His elation was short lived, however, when he got his first glimpse at the condition of the cockpit. The comm. board was a complete disaster.

He looked at his watch. 4 minutes until impact. He hurriedly tried to punch in the manual override code, but the computer remained locked on to this current course. Dammit! He looks at his watch, just over 3 minutes left. I don't know what the hell I'm doing here! I need help, but how… He looked down at his watch and mentally slapped himself.

"Brains, can you hear me? The Hood has Thunderbird 2 on a collision course for the summit building. Auto pilot will not disengage. I need you to talk me through it!" Brains voice was patchy, and Alan could only make out every couple of words. He looked up and out the view screen, and was surprised to see the summit building filling up his view. "Brains, if you can hear me, this isn't working. Time for plan B." He looked at his watch. Less than 2 minutes left. He went to the main control panel, and pried it off. He reached in and ripped out all of the wires, cutting off all of the power to the engines. He felt the bird give a tremendous shudder.

Grabbing hold of the yoke, Alan knew he only had one chance- use the current velocity and wind resistance to maneuver Thunderbird 2 away from the building. He manually moved the air flaps, and then grabbed the yoke and pulled back hard and to the right. The bird was bucking, but he tightens his grip and keeps hold. The bird continued to buck against the wind, but it slowly started to move. Alan's arms where trembling, the strain of trying to hold the yoke in position making his limbs shake with fatigue.

Thunderbird 2 made its way past the building, missing it by what must have been mere feet, and headed into the wooded area behind it. Alan relaxed his grip and let go of the yoke, knowing that there was nothing more that he could do. The bird was dropping like a rock, and he could feel the thuds of the underbelly taking out trees already. Alan turned and ran from the cockpit, trying to put as much distance between himself and the point of impact as possible, but knowing that, regardless, he was probably not going to make it out of this.

But he couldn't stop his heart from swelling as he neared the corridor turn off for the escape pods, almost daring to believe that maybe, just maybe he would make it back to see his family.

Then he was air born, the only sound he could hear was the torturous crunching of metal and the thunderous sounds of Thunderbird 2 meeting her demise. His flight was short lived, and for an instant he felt his body connect with the hard and unforgiving surface of the bulkhead, and then there was nothing.