Three
Things were progressing as normal back on Tracy Island. This was an easy rescue, nothing to worry about. At the first sign of trouble John would contact them.
Jeff smiled at Tin-Tin as she sat at the word processor opposite him.
She smiled in return. "You seem relaxed Mr Tracy."
"I am Tin-Tin. Scott and Virgil could handle this rescue with their eyes shut. As long as they get there before the next generator explodes, they shouldn't experience any difficulties."
Grandma Tracy laid down her knitting. "If you say that too often you'll jinx them."
Jeff laughed. "Come on Mother, you don't believe in jinxes."
"C-Coincidence." Brains stammered from behind his portable computer. "Th-That's all jinxes are."
"There you are." Jeff said. "Coincidence."
Kyrano brought in the coffee pot. He topped up Jeff's cup before offering some firstly to Mrs Tracy, then Brains and finally to his daughter.
"No thank you father." Tin-Tin said sweetly. She pressed the button on the word-processor that set the completed pages spilling out. These she laid on Jeff's desk. "Is there anything else I can do for you Mr Tracy?"
"No, that's fine thank you, Tin-Tin. Perhaps you'd like to go find the boys and see if they'd like a coffee. I think they were in the games room."
Willingly she wandered down to the room. Alan and Gordon were indeed there, playing a game of billiards and griping gently about being left out of the mission.
"We never get to go." Alan moaned.
"Be fair." Gordon said. "You go more often than I do."
"Not true." Alan rebuffed him.
"If it was such an easy mission you'd think Dad would have let us go in Scott and Virgil's place." Gordon said. "It's almost as if he doesn't trust us."
"Yeah." Alan agreed. "It's not fair. I'd love to be there with them now."
Tin-Tin frowned at them. "Listen to you both." She scolded. "Anyone would think you never got involved in ANY rescues. You've both got specialised skills. When you are involved its because International Rescue needs you to be involved. No one else can do what you can. Now stop complaining and come and have a cup of coffee."
Somewhat mollified they laid down their billiard cues and followed her out of the room.
John Tracy sitting alone up in Thunderbird Five, received a communication from the top secret, highly experimental laboratory. "This is International Rescue. Go ahead."
"Ah International Rescue - good. Can you get a message to your men underground?"
John felt a sense of unease settle over him. "Of course. What's the message?"
The voice was almost apologetic. "They're out."
John was confused. "Who's out?"
"Our scientists who were trapped. They've managed to escape by themselves. They're all fine."
"That's good news." John relaxed. "How'd they get out?"
Things were progressing as normal back on Tracy Island. This was an easy rescue, nothing to worry about. At the first sign of trouble John would contact them.
Jeff smiled at Tin-Tin as she sat at the word processor opposite him.
She smiled in return. "You seem relaxed Mr Tracy."
"I am Tin-Tin. Scott and Virgil could handle this rescue with their eyes shut. As long as they get there before the next generator explodes, they shouldn't experience any difficulties."
Grandma Tracy laid down her knitting. "If you say that too often you'll jinx them."
Jeff laughed. "Come on Mother, you don't believe in jinxes."
"C-Coincidence." Brains stammered from behind his portable computer. "Th-That's all jinxes are."
"There you are." Jeff said. "Coincidence."
Kyrano brought in the coffee pot. He topped up Jeff's cup before offering some firstly to Mrs Tracy, then Brains and finally to his daughter.
"No thank you father." Tin-Tin said sweetly. She pressed the button on the word-processor that set the completed pages spilling out. These she laid on Jeff's desk. "Is there anything else I can do for you Mr Tracy?"
"No, that's fine thank you, Tin-Tin. Perhaps you'd like to go find the boys and see if they'd like a coffee. I think they were in the games room."
Willingly she wandered down to the room. Alan and Gordon were indeed there, playing a game of billiards and griping gently about being left out of the mission.
"We never get to go." Alan moaned.
"Be fair." Gordon said. "You go more often than I do."
"Not true." Alan rebuffed him.
"If it was such an easy mission you'd think Dad would have let us go in Scott and Virgil's place." Gordon said. "It's almost as if he doesn't trust us."
"Yeah." Alan agreed. "It's not fair. I'd love to be there with them now."
Tin-Tin frowned at them. "Listen to you both." She scolded. "Anyone would think you never got involved in ANY rescues. You've both got specialised skills. When you are involved its because International Rescue needs you to be involved. No one else can do what you can. Now stop complaining and come and have a cup of coffee."
Somewhat mollified they laid down their billiard cues and followed her out of the room.
John Tracy sitting alone up in Thunderbird Five, received a communication from the top secret, highly experimental laboratory. "This is International Rescue. Go ahead."
"Ah International Rescue - good. Can you get a message to your men underground?"
John felt a sense of unease settle over him. "Of course. What's the message?"
The voice was almost apologetic. "They're out."
John was confused. "Who's out?"
"Our scientists who were trapped. They've managed to escape by themselves. They're all fine."
"That's good news." John relaxed. "How'd they get out?"