Chapter 8
The night was cold, and the sky as cloudy as ever. Lightning flashed over the horizon. Nora stood on the balcony; she knew everyone was asleep by now. Her heart was heavy, and her bottom lip quivered. She couldn't cry now, not until this foolish war was over.
"Uh-- penny for your-- uh-- thoughts, Ms. JoeRon." Nora turned around and saw Brains standing at the door.
] "Sorry, no-can't make change." Nora laughed, then abruptly began to cry. Brains frowned, a bit puzzled at seeing a young lady laugh and cry at the same time.
"What's happened to the children?" Brains asked and stepped forward. Nora turned and glared at him.
"My son Radon was the one they had killed." Nora choked out the words, then dropped to her knees and started to sob uncontrollably.
Brains knelt down in front of her. Mingled anger and pain filled his mind and he had to struggle to force his voice to work. "My grandson.I.I-Is there a way I-I can-- uh-- prevent this?"
Nora looked up with hatred in her eyes.
"Pretending to stutter isn't helping any." She pushed Brains away and walked down the stairs, entering a door that wasn't there in the villa Brains knew.
"Nineteen years ago, you and my mother Zoë had an stupid idea to clone me. As a result, you created Holly, who turned out to be a bitch beyond any moral comprehension. She joined forces with the Hood and together, they had a son, Adnan. They discovered a new chemical that can speed up the growth process; however, as a result of constant contact with the substance, the Hood died very quickly. Holly aged as well, from nineteen to thirty in two weeks. She and her son brought on the war that will more than likely destroy the world. Now it's up to us to destroy their organization before they destroy ours. It's a fight to the death and we just don't have any choice." Nora led the way into a large echoing hangar and pushed a button. A hidden mechanism pulled away a cloth that covered a huge ship that had Thunderbird 10 written on the side. It was bigger than Thunderbird 3. The sleekness of its design indicated that it was very fast.
Brains walked around it.
"Did I-?" He paused and looked at Nora questioningly. She nodded and looked away from the machine. She seemed to be struggling to control her emotions,
"I-It was the last project you and I worked on together-before you- before." Nora looked over at Brains and sighed. "Tomorrow, the rest of the team and I are going on full out red alert. We're getting our children back." Abruptly, Nora turned away and walked back out the door.
Back in the lounge, Nora pushed aside a portrait of Dena, Virgil's twenty-two year old daughter, revealing five buttons: yellow, blue, green, white, and red. Nora pressed the red button hard and the lights began to flash red, a siren blaring shrilly
Drawn by the sound, Scott and his brothers ran into the room, their faces reflecting alarm and worry, their eyes, wide. Scott looked at Nora questioningly.
"Everyone is going to their designated craft-You can go back to your room." Nora told them stiffly.
"We don't run from a rescue." Scott walked over to Brains, his jaw set in determination. Nora smiled and laughed.
"F.A.B," she said ironically.
The night was cold, and the sky as cloudy as ever. Lightning flashed over the horizon. Nora stood on the balcony; she knew everyone was asleep by now. Her heart was heavy, and her bottom lip quivered. She couldn't cry now, not until this foolish war was over.
"Uh-- penny for your-- uh-- thoughts, Ms. JoeRon." Nora turned around and saw Brains standing at the door.
] "Sorry, no-can't make change." Nora laughed, then abruptly began to cry. Brains frowned, a bit puzzled at seeing a young lady laugh and cry at the same time.
"What's happened to the children?" Brains asked and stepped forward. Nora turned and glared at him.
"My son Radon was the one they had killed." Nora choked out the words, then dropped to her knees and started to sob uncontrollably.
Brains knelt down in front of her. Mingled anger and pain filled his mind and he had to struggle to force his voice to work. "My grandson.I.I-Is there a way I-I can-- uh-- prevent this?"
Nora looked up with hatred in her eyes.
"Pretending to stutter isn't helping any." She pushed Brains away and walked down the stairs, entering a door that wasn't there in the villa Brains knew.
"Nineteen years ago, you and my mother Zoë had an stupid idea to clone me. As a result, you created Holly, who turned out to be a bitch beyond any moral comprehension. She joined forces with the Hood and together, they had a son, Adnan. They discovered a new chemical that can speed up the growth process; however, as a result of constant contact with the substance, the Hood died very quickly. Holly aged as well, from nineteen to thirty in two weeks. She and her son brought on the war that will more than likely destroy the world. Now it's up to us to destroy their organization before they destroy ours. It's a fight to the death and we just don't have any choice." Nora led the way into a large echoing hangar and pushed a button. A hidden mechanism pulled away a cloth that covered a huge ship that had Thunderbird 10 written on the side. It was bigger than Thunderbird 3. The sleekness of its design indicated that it was very fast.
Brains walked around it.
"Did I-?" He paused and looked at Nora questioningly. She nodded and looked away from the machine. She seemed to be struggling to control her emotions,
"I-It was the last project you and I worked on together-before you- before." Nora looked over at Brains and sighed. "Tomorrow, the rest of the team and I are going on full out red alert. We're getting our children back." Abruptly, Nora turned away and walked back out the door.
Back in the lounge, Nora pushed aside a portrait of Dena, Virgil's twenty-two year old daughter, revealing five buttons: yellow, blue, green, white, and red. Nora pressed the red button hard and the lights began to flash red, a siren blaring shrilly
Drawn by the sound, Scott and his brothers ran into the room, their faces reflecting alarm and worry, their eyes, wide. Scott looked at Nora questioningly.
"Everyone is going to their designated craft-You can go back to your room." Nora told them stiffly.
"We don't run from a rescue." Scott walked over to Brains, his jaw set in determination. Nora smiled and laughed.
"F.A.B," she said ironically.