A/N: Hello peoples! Here is just a short chapter to be going on with...I don't mean to keep you waiting but I just can't find the time!

Fran Lavery, killhill2003, Thunderbird-Shrapnel and Lexs gal - Thank you very much! Wow, 20 reviews now...that's more than any fic I've ever written has recieved! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

naurarwen-fangorn - Thank you for your kind review also. I know this isn't the best fiction ever written but thank you for bearing with it! And gosh darn it, I knew Thunderbird One couldn't go in space! I just wanted Scott outta the way! But thank you for pointing it out nicely instead of going 'Ha, it's so wrong, you're so crap!' I won't change it now...I feel so embarressed...and I call myself a fan! I even have a Guide to Thunderbirds book that tells me that!

It had all happened so quickly. First Sophia was sitting happily on the beach and the next minute she had been rugby tackled by a mystery person.

Sophia felt she may well pass out and die as the person was squeezing her waist so tight and wrenching her arms back so hard. She barely had enough breath to call for Virgil before she was dragged underwater, water streaming up her nose and down her throat.

It was somewhat of a relief to be thrown onto the cold metal floor of something...Sophia was too muddled to even contemplate what on earth she was inside of.

Choking and spluttering out water and dragging her wet hair that was clinging to her face out of her eyes, she looked up and around.

She supposed it was a submarine of some kind but having only seen pictures, Sophia couldn't be sure. What she was sure of however was that it was filthy. The dirt on the floor had mixed with the water running off Sophia and formed a sludge that now coated her hands, arms and knees.

By now fear had began to set in. She watched the news and understood terrible things that happened to innocents. The thing was though, she wasn't so innocent as she made out to be.

"Is it her?" a gruff voice barked from above. His face was covered and Sophia supposed he was talking to the person that had dragged her off Tracy Island...Tracy Island! Home to International Rescue! Why hadn't Sophia thought about that? She had been snatched right under a Thunderbird's nose...she would be safe in no time!

"Of course," a second voice replied.

"Good. We are to return to HQ," the first voice replied. Sophia remained silent, her faith in Virgil faltering slightly. She felt the vessel begin to move, an inelegant jerk forward that made the two men talking stumble slightly and Sophia fall backwards off her knees and onto her bum awkwardly.

"Take her out of my sight," the first voice ordered and Sophia was hoisted from the floor onto her feet and frog marched out.

"Hey! Where are you taking me?" Sophia shouted over her shoulder, not bothering to struggle under his vice like grip.

"You'll see Lady Penelope," the man replied mockingly.

"I'm not Penelope!" Sophia shouted indignantly. Like she'd ever wear pink!

A thought struck Sophia. They thought she was Pen...meaning they were after Penelope all along. Not her but Pen. What else had her dear older sister 'forgotten' to tell her than?

Sophia suspected there was much, much more to this than first thought and now she had been kidnapped by people she didn't even know and for something she didn't even do.