Chapter 9
"Scott-John-Virgil-Gordon-Brains-Hello-where are you?" Jeff yelled, going up and down the halls. No one was there at all. It wasn't very unusual for his engineer to disappear for days on end, but not all of his boys. He called out again; nothing but cold dark silence answered him. He was totally alone now, and he knew it.
He decided to go back to the lounge and have a seat. His legs hurt him-- must be getting old, he thought bitterly. He sat down and pored himself a cup of Joe, leaned back, and took a sip. He swallowed hard.
"Damn coffee's cold." That was right, he reminded himself, Grandma, Kyrano, and Tin Tin went to the main land to pick up supplies.
Jeff pushed a button and looked up at his youngest son's face as it replaced the portrait.
"Hello father. Anything wrong?" Alan asked. Jeff breathed deeply.
"I can't find your brothers."
"Would you like me to put up a scan for them father?"
Jeff answered with a nod. Alan walked away from the screen and came back moments later, his face pale.
"Uh, father, you're not gonna believe this, but they're flying over the Pacific." Alan braced himself, expecting his father to explode into angry yells and fits.
"What's not to believe? They're great pilots."
"Father, the blip on the screen says they 're in Thunderbird 7."
Jeff spat out his cold coffee.
"Thunderbird 7!"
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Brains couldn't help but stare at the way Thunderbird 7 was piloted. Brink had goggles, gloves, boots, and a belt with wires attached to every item. It looked intriguing; Brain would have loved to pilot the great machine himself, but Nora had called him and the Tracy boys to another room inside the huge aircraft.
Here, Nora handed them black leather suits. They were heavy, almost unbearable, and Nora wore one.
"For your safety, you'll wear these. We'll be going into enemy territory later on tonight. We'll be hiding in the caves in the Rockies. I'm not going to promise you that you'll live." Nora smiled at them and turned to walk out.
"Um.I have a question. If these heavy ass suits are for our safety, why can't we get out alive?" Gordon asked. Nora crossed the room in a few short strides to stand a few inches from the aquanaut, her face close to his.
"You decided to go on the wild goose chase, kid. If you're having any second thoughts, you can jump plane now and leave us to do the dirty work, okay? I don't need someone like you messing things up." Nora was yelling now, pushing him away.
"Sir, we're almost there," Brink said over the intercom.
"All right, bring us down nice and easy." Nora looked at her future father's face. It was full of worry. Nora scoffed and left the room.
"Scott-John-Virgil-Gordon-Brains-Hello-where are you?" Jeff yelled, going up and down the halls. No one was there at all. It wasn't very unusual for his engineer to disappear for days on end, but not all of his boys. He called out again; nothing but cold dark silence answered him. He was totally alone now, and he knew it.
He decided to go back to the lounge and have a seat. His legs hurt him-- must be getting old, he thought bitterly. He sat down and pored himself a cup of Joe, leaned back, and took a sip. He swallowed hard.
"Damn coffee's cold." That was right, he reminded himself, Grandma, Kyrano, and Tin Tin went to the main land to pick up supplies.
Jeff pushed a button and looked up at his youngest son's face as it replaced the portrait.
"Hello father. Anything wrong?" Alan asked. Jeff breathed deeply.
"I can't find your brothers."
"Would you like me to put up a scan for them father?"
Jeff answered with a nod. Alan walked away from the screen and came back moments later, his face pale.
"Uh, father, you're not gonna believe this, but they're flying over the Pacific." Alan braced himself, expecting his father to explode into angry yells and fits.
"What's not to believe? They're great pilots."
"Father, the blip on the screen says they 're in Thunderbird 7."
Jeff spat out his cold coffee.
"Thunderbird 7!"
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Brains couldn't help but stare at the way Thunderbird 7 was piloted. Brink had goggles, gloves, boots, and a belt with wires attached to every item. It looked intriguing; Brain would have loved to pilot the great machine himself, but Nora had called him and the Tracy boys to another room inside the huge aircraft.
Here, Nora handed them black leather suits. They were heavy, almost unbearable, and Nora wore one.
"For your safety, you'll wear these. We'll be going into enemy territory later on tonight. We'll be hiding in the caves in the Rockies. I'm not going to promise you that you'll live." Nora smiled at them and turned to walk out.
"Um.I have a question. If these heavy ass suits are for our safety, why can't we get out alive?" Gordon asked. Nora crossed the room in a few short strides to stand a few inches from the aquanaut, her face close to his.
"You decided to go on the wild goose chase, kid. If you're having any second thoughts, you can jump plane now and leave us to do the dirty work, okay? I don't need someone like you messing things up." Nora was yelling now, pushing him away.
"Sir, we're almost there," Brink said over the intercom.
"All right, bring us down nice and easy." Nora looked at her future father's face. It was full of worry. Nora scoffed and left the room.