Hey...so, sorry that I haven't updated yet. I am so sorry about that, especially after I posted, saying I was going to update, and then never did, though I FULLY intended to, but life got in the way. I don't know if my followers from before are still following or not, but if you're still here, I'm truly sorry and hope you enjoy! Warning: You may need to reread what I've written so far of The Death Trap to familiarize yourself with it.

Chief Police Office Akimitsu Suzuki sat there, stunned. Wha...? This was the moment that most people in his line of work wished for – when the criminals they are after suddenly just drop in, allowing themselves to be arrested. There, job finished. Adios.

But when said criminals just dropping in were a Creighton-Ward and said Creighton-Ward's chauffeur...he internally shuddered.

"Dō shita no?" Penelope asked. What's the matter? She simply sat herself down directly across from him in a slightly suggestive manner and her chauffeur Parker leaned against the wall and casually began picking something from his teeth.

His eyes narrowed. This was definitely a trap. It had to be. "Anata wa koko de nani o shite iru no?" he enquired sternly. What are you doing here?

She smiled again. "Subarashī shitsumon." Excellent question.

LUCIAN BASE, THE MOON

The Mechanic felt relieved when he heard that Rae was going to survive. Phew! He then turned to Kayo was staring at him expectantly. I so enjoy seeing her like this – obeying my every whim. "Let's go," he said and turned back, heading for his spacecraft without even bothering to see if Kayo was following.

He knew that she would be.

Gomez entered his office and slammed the door shut. Bl**dy, stupid...he screamed in frustration. I hate Ruby! I sure hope her daughter, Rae, is more co-operative. Like her father is.

He then touched a communicator on his ear. "Commander 657, status report."

Lucia's voice came crackled briefly as it came across the communicator. "All ready. Waiting for your command."

"Roger that. Stand by," and then he cut off that channel and switched to another. "Raven, status?"

"The ruse worked. The Madrigals are about to head for Tracy Island as we speak. Though, they are keeping some of their own behind to protect their base and trick you into thinking that they are all there."

Gomez chuckled. Perfect. "Roger. Tell your fleet to get ready to launch for the Sahara as soon as the Madrigals have departed for Tracy Island," her ordered.

"Yes, sir," Raven acknowledged and the call ended.

He then reopened the comm channel to Lucia. "Soon," was all he said and he then abruptly ended the call, tapping his fingers against his desk before leaning over and pressing a button on his desk.

TRACY ISLAND

Virgil didn't know what to say.

What?

"Y-you're..." he trailed off when Rae's fearful eyes latched onto his. "...adopted?"

THUNDERBIRD 3

Around the same time...

Alan was relieved – but also full of dread – when Thunderbird 3 entered Earth's atmosphere at the correct angle. Someone wants to keep me alive, he thought.

Why? Why wasn't I killed immediately? What sort of purpose do I have for their plans?

Even the heat shields were up and on.

What is going on?

LUCIAN BASE, THE MOON

Gomez watched the holo-satellite feed of Thunderbird 3's descent like a hawk. Once he judged, it was the correct time, he pressed a golden-coloured button and his eyes cut to the holo-image of Thunderbird 3.

Good, he thought. The distress beacon has been activated. That should get the Tracys up and running.

He then leaned forward slightly and pressed a silver button with the Lucian symbol on it.

That should also keep them extra busy.

Sorry that this is so short. I'm just trying to get back into the feel, or flow, of the story again after such a long break. I profusely apologise for keeping you waiting on this story. Hope you enjoyed it and that you'll continue to read this as I really plan on updating this story a lot more often.

Adios for now!