Gordon Tracy felt right at home now. He and Scott had taken his boat out to do a little fishing, but they had ended up just driving the boat around because the fish seemed to be taking the day off as well. Gordon loved pushing his little boat to the limits, his dad had always told him that he was part fish because even as a baby he always wanted to play in the water. He smiled as he thought of John, that lucky bastard, over at Penny's house relaxing and enjoying some time off.

He and Scott had barely found time to get the boat out between rescues and maintinance on the Thunderbirds. He sighed and adjusted course slightly to steer around a particularly large group of rocks and as he did an alert began beeping. It was the direct radio from the house.

"Go ahead Dad."

"Gordon, you and Scott get back here right away we have an emergency. It's John, he's in trouble."

"F.A.B." Gordon replied. He felt a lump in his throat as he pushed the boat at full power for home, as he saw the look in Scott's eyes, Gordon knew he felt it as well.

Craig Killborn could not believe it. He had pulled off the heist of the century. Sure he had

to dispose of Penelope and that blonde guy and shoot that stupid nosey butler. He actually hoped Penelope would live just so he could have the satisfaction of knowing he had taken all of her fortune and she had to tell the world that her foolproof security system had been broken. He grinned evilly, but if she died, he thought to himself, then that suited him fine as well.

John tore up his shirt into pieces and gave Penelope a piece and himself a piece.

"Its to filter out some of the smoke." Penny simply nodded and gratefully took it. John had managed to get Parker's wounds to stop bleeding but if he didnt get help in a few hours...John pushed the thought out of his head. "My brothers will be here in time... I know it. In the meantime he had to focus and try to use his training to keep himself and everybody else alive.

Scott was forced into the back of his seat as Thunderbird 1's powerful engines hurtled him out of the hanger on the way to England. Thunderbird 1 was fast but he didn't know if she was fast enough. He knew Virgil and Gordon would be right behind him with the firefighting gear and that his father had alerted the authoroties in England. Now it was just a race against the clock.