Disclaimer: Thunderbirds are not mine. They belong to Gerry Anderson & Co.
Author's Note: Thanks, y'all, for the lovely reviews. Very sorry this took so long, but I've had a rather busy time lately!
Here's Chapter 3. Please take the time to review, praise, criticism, you name it.
More Than What Meets The Eye
Chapter 3
"Scott calling Base. Dad, come in."
He waited impatiently to hear his father's authorative voice over his communicator. After what seemed like an eternity to him, the reply came.
"This is base. What's up, son?"
"Dad. One of our agents was involved in the rescue. Agent 52."
Jeff thought a moment.
"Robert Owens?"
"Yes Dad. Dad, I'm afraid there's bad news."
Scott paused to see if his father reacted. When the frequency remained silent, he carried on.
"Dad. Robert's dead."
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The room swam in front of his eyes. He shook his head to try and focus and immediately wished he hadn't. The room spun faster and an agonizing pain shot through his head. He raised a hand and rested it on his head, to find that it came away sticky with blood.
The spinning slowed a little and Alan looked about the room, taking in his surroundings. It wasn't like a prison, really. It was a well-furnished room, in what looked like someone's ordinary home.
A sudden groan from somewhere else in the room put Alan back on alert. He looked cautiously about him, and was surprised to see the figure of a woman on the floor, slowly stirring from her slumber.
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Virgil looked at the worry on his brother's face as he ended the call. He wished he didn't have to be the one to tell him this.
Virgil had returned to Mobile Control earlier to see why there'd been no response from Alan. He'd been shocked to see that the unit was unattended...with Alan nowhere in sight.
He took a deep breath.
"So, er...how did Dad take the news?"
Scott looked at him.
"Well, he was obviously a bit shocked." He looked at his younger brother curiously. "Virg? Is there something you want to tell me?"
Scott's dark blue eyes met with Virgil's worried brown ones.
Virgil released a huge sigh and averted his gaze to the floor.
"It's Alan," he said at last. "Scott, he wasn't on Mobile Control when I went back there. He was nowhere to be seen."
"Have you tried tracking him on his transmitter?"
"Yes Scott. But there's no response."
Scott bit his lip, momentarily lost for words. A few moments later he spoke again.
"Then we'll just have to contact the Agent that covers this area. They'll help us out."
Virgil glanced towards the nearby ambulance. Scott followed his gaze and his confidence faltered as he remembered they no longer had an Agent for that particular area.
"Guess we'd better call Dad...again." Scott said slowly.
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Jeff Tracy disconnected the call his son had just made and immediately proceeded to make another.
He waited for the call to be answered. He knew this wasn't going to be the best time to call her, especially not right now.
Not when she would have just received the news.
As her image replaced the blank screen, Jeff wondered if she knew or not. Her face was composed and she answered the call with a smile – whether or not it was real, Jeff couldn't tell.
"Jolene Owens speaking. Go ahead, Mr.Tracy Sir."
Seeing the unease on Jeff's face, she decided to put him out of his misery.
"Mr Tracy. It's alright. I've already heard the news. It's still not sunk in just yet." Robert Owens' daughter said, trying to hold herself together. "Please...go ahead. What would you like me to do?"
"As you agreed, Jolene, once your father had passed on, you would take his place as our fifty-second agent. I'm afraid we already have an assignment which requires your assistance."
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She blinked, trying to focus.
The characteristics of the room swam round slowly, a pain in the back of her neck where she'd been hit suddenly bringing her to her senses.
She glanced around.
He looked at her from where he sat, a hand on his bloody forehead. She saw his wound. She saw his uniform.
Megan realized that she and the blonde man who sat near to her were both in the same boat.
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"OK, Jolene, thanks. Over and out."
Virgil disconnected the call and turned to Scott.
"Our new Agent 52 is on her way."
"How long do you think she'll be?"
"Well, Scott, she's not far."
"How does she sound?"
"Nice."
Scott chuckled.
"No, Virgil, I meant, how does she SOUND? You know, her dad's just passed on..."
Virgil thought a moment.
"I couldn't really tell, Scott. She didn't sound too bad."
Scott shrugged and they began to plan their search.
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"So who are you, then?" she looked him up and down.
"Well, the name's Tracy, but I'd better not tell you anymore than that."
"Tracy?" She turned to face him, the name stuck in her mind. "Do you have a brother called Scott?"
Alan opened his mouth to answer and closed it again.
"I'm sorry...er..."
"Megan. Megan Parsons."
"Ms .Parsons, but I'm afraid I can't tell you that."
"Ah well. Guess you're right. And it's just Megan, please."
"OK....Megan."
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She stepped out of the car, a picture of sophistication, despite the emotions which ran riot inside her.
Sorrow.
Guilt.
Worry.
Her long black curly hair was swept up behind her, the loose curls falling about her pale face. Her fair complexion and green eyes, in contrast to her raven hair, made her striking. She wore a black suit. Her patent heels clicked as they connected with the gravel.
Looking around, she located Scott and Virgil deep in discussion.
She smiled a little.
Oh yes. This was her first mission. And also, one that wasn't going to be forgotten in a hurry.
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End Note: Chapter Four coming a little faster than this one, I hope. Plz R & R.........
Author's Note: Thanks, y'all, for the lovely reviews. Very sorry this took so long, but I've had a rather busy time lately!
Here's Chapter 3. Please take the time to review, praise, criticism, you name it.
More Than What Meets The Eye
Chapter 3
"Scott calling Base. Dad, come in."
He waited impatiently to hear his father's authorative voice over his communicator. After what seemed like an eternity to him, the reply came.
"This is base. What's up, son?"
"Dad. One of our agents was involved in the rescue. Agent 52."
Jeff thought a moment.
"Robert Owens?"
"Yes Dad. Dad, I'm afraid there's bad news."
Scott paused to see if his father reacted. When the frequency remained silent, he carried on.
"Dad. Robert's dead."
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The room swam in front of his eyes. He shook his head to try and focus and immediately wished he hadn't. The room spun faster and an agonizing pain shot through his head. He raised a hand and rested it on his head, to find that it came away sticky with blood.
The spinning slowed a little and Alan looked about the room, taking in his surroundings. It wasn't like a prison, really. It was a well-furnished room, in what looked like someone's ordinary home.
A sudden groan from somewhere else in the room put Alan back on alert. He looked cautiously about him, and was surprised to see the figure of a woman on the floor, slowly stirring from her slumber.
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Virgil looked at the worry on his brother's face as he ended the call. He wished he didn't have to be the one to tell him this.
Virgil had returned to Mobile Control earlier to see why there'd been no response from Alan. He'd been shocked to see that the unit was unattended...with Alan nowhere in sight.
He took a deep breath.
"So, er...how did Dad take the news?"
Scott looked at him.
"Well, he was obviously a bit shocked." He looked at his younger brother curiously. "Virg? Is there something you want to tell me?"
Scott's dark blue eyes met with Virgil's worried brown ones.
Virgil released a huge sigh and averted his gaze to the floor.
"It's Alan," he said at last. "Scott, he wasn't on Mobile Control when I went back there. He was nowhere to be seen."
"Have you tried tracking him on his transmitter?"
"Yes Scott. But there's no response."
Scott bit his lip, momentarily lost for words. A few moments later he spoke again.
"Then we'll just have to contact the Agent that covers this area. They'll help us out."
Virgil glanced towards the nearby ambulance. Scott followed his gaze and his confidence faltered as he remembered they no longer had an Agent for that particular area.
"Guess we'd better call Dad...again." Scott said slowly.
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Jeff Tracy disconnected the call his son had just made and immediately proceeded to make another.
He waited for the call to be answered. He knew this wasn't going to be the best time to call her, especially not right now.
Not when she would have just received the news.
As her image replaced the blank screen, Jeff wondered if she knew or not. Her face was composed and she answered the call with a smile – whether or not it was real, Jeff couldn't tell.
"Jolene Owens speaking. Go ahead, Mr.Tracy Sir."
Seeing the unease on Jeff's face, she decided to put him out of his misery.
"Mr Tracy. It's alright. I've already heard the news. It's still not sunk in just yet." Robert Owens' daughter said, trying to hold herself together. "Please...go ahead. What would you like me to do?"
"As you agreed, Jolene, once your father had passed on, you would take his place as our fifty-second agent. I'm afraid we already have an assignment which requires your assistance."
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She blinked, trying to focus.
The characteristics of the room swam round slowly, a pain in the back of her neck where she'd been hit suddenly bringing her to her senses.
She glanced around.
He looked at her from where he sat, a hand on his bloody forehead. She saw his wound. She saw his uniform.
Megan realized that she and the blonde man who sat near to her were both in the same boat.
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"OK, Jolene, thanks. Over and out."
Virgil disconnected the call and turned to Scott.
"Our new Agent 52 is on her way."
"How long do you think she'll be?"
"Well, Scott, she's not far."
"How does she sound?"
"Nice."
Scott chuckled.
"No, Virgil, I meant, how does she SOUND? You know, her dad's just passed on..."
Virgil thought a moment.
"I couldn't really tell, Scott. She didn't sound too bad."
Scott shrugged and they began to plan their search.
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"So who are you, then?" she looked him up and down.
"Well, the name's Tracy, but I'd better not tell you anymore than that."
"Tracy?" She turned to face him, the name stuck in her mind. "Do you have a brother called Scott?"
Alan opened his mouth to answer and closed it again.
"I'm sorry...er..."
"Megan. Megan Parsons."
"Ms .Parsons, but I'm afraid I can't tell you that."
"Ah well. Guess you're right. And it's just Megan, please."
"OK....Megan."
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She stepped out of the car, a picture of sophistication, despite the emotions which ran riot inside her.
Sorrow.
Guilt.
Worry.
Her long black curly hair was swept up behind her, the loose curls falling about her pale face. Her fair complexion and green eyes, in contrast to her raven hair, made her striking. She wore a black suit. Her patent heels clicked as they connected with the gravel.
Looking around, she located Scott and Virgil deep in discussion.
She smiled a little.
Oh yes. This was her first mission. And also, one that wasn't going to be forgotten in a hurry.
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End Note: Chapter Four coming a little faster than this one, I hope. Plz R & R.........