Once again I don't own the Thunderbirds, never will.
Short chapter, hopefully more soon!
Whump Whump Whump Eileen's mittened fists pounded the snow.
Whew! God I'm warm, well at least I won't freeze to death. OWWW OWW OW OW!
Blood dripped from the cut in forehead into one of her eyes, she stopped pounding and rubbed at her now tear filled eyes.
Jeeze, that smarts!
Eileen looked around, blinking.
This is NOT working, maybe if I can get my feet free I can dig myself out with my snowboard.
She struggled to reach her boots and began digging at the snow surrounding her lower legs.
A low rumble filled the air surrounding the ski resort.
Chris looked around wildly. "Another avalanche?" he asked.
"Nah." Matt said, pointing upwards. "Looks like the other International Rescue guys are here."
The massive green bulk of Thunderbird Two banked gracefully, and came in for a perfect vertical landing. It touched down in the snow just in front of the resort's main lodge and behind the halted ski-lifts. From the pilot's seat Virgil Tracy hit the switch that raised the craft from its pod. "Gordon, Alan start unloading the digging equipment. I'm going to check in with Scott and see how things are going." He said.
"F-A-B Virgil," the two youngest Tracys replied in unison as they disappeared into the pod.
Virgil turned on his radio "Thunderbird One this is Thunderbird Two, do you copy?"
"Reading you five by five Virg, I just finished the scan, am downloading heat signatures to you now." Came Scott's answer.
"Right Scott, it looks like Gordon and Alan have just about finished offloading equipment, we're going to head to the first heat signature" Virgil said as he exited his craft. He hopped into the Digger alongside Gordon and they headed up the mountain, to the first of seven different heat signatures, a small pocket in the middle of a black run called Tango.
A/N: Ski runs have three classifications green-easy, blue-difficult, black-expert.