Chapter 37
As Merlin disappeared, the Tracy's took some time to let what had just happened sink in. Thunderbird 2 was defiantly over Malaysia just little under an hour ago. And yet here they were. Standing on the wing on the floating ship just off the shores of Tracy Island.
Virgil was just overjoyed to have the love of his life back and since he'd been denied entry, he settled for sitting against the hull, stroking the panels of the wing.
Gordon was attempting to maintain his usual cool but could help become consumed with curiosity on just how. How on earth could Thunderbird 2 be here?
Alan was mostly just glad that Merlin and Arthur where still genuine. His trust at least had not been misplaced.
Scott had the biggest headache. He'd given up on his own opinions and, for probably the first time in his life, was choosing to just roll with… whatever…
John, up in Thunderbird 5, thought he was going crazy. He'd dismantled the tracking unit, looked through the coding and checked and doubled checked the reading from the antenna. There were no faults.
"But there must be," John muttered to himself, "There HAS to be!"
There was no physical way Thunderbird 2 could travel around 5000 miles in less than a second.
John found himself trying to recall everything he had ever read on particle physics, quantum mechanics, wormholes and the space time continuum, trying to fit the pieces together to create a theory or just something that could possibly explain what he had witnessed.
Over the radio, multiple new reports spoke of the UFO that vanished into light speed, or the craft that was disintegrated by a new terrorist weapon, both of which were theories that John found ridiculous.
A different tone on the radio brought John back from the depths if his mind. He opened up the line in a daze.
"… Yes?"
Any previous professionalism he may have had in the past had now dissipated.
"J-J-J-J-Jo-J-John? I-i-i-it-i-it's B-b-b-b-"
The sound of a familiar voice seemed to bring him out of his trace.
"Whoa Brains, slow down! Breath!"
John listened as Brains seemed to inhale more air than a pair of lungs should cope with.
"C-c-an you f-find Thunderbi-r-rd two p-p-please?"
"It's just off base." John replied, reluctantly, still not believing the fact himself.
Brains erupted into sounds of what could either be interpreted as either pain or delight and John had to stand back for the speaker in an attempt to protect his ears.
"Brains?" John tried over the relentless, uninterpretable sound.
Gradually the sounds became words.
"I-I-I-IT WOR-K-K-ED! HE D-DID IT-T!"
Now John was listening. This was the opportunity for answers. If anyone knew what had happened, it would be Brains.
"What worked? Who did what?"
"M-MERL-LIN! HIS M-MAGIC WORKED!"
Great.